Day 38: In Which She's Working Late

Elsa's team was working on launching a new boutique brand, and due to the pandemic, the client's whole business plan had to be rearranged, including the inaugural marketing campaign. And back to the planning board, they went, setting the team's efforts back weeks, and requiring working overtime to make up for wasted resources.

She was just doing a final check on a press release when her phone rang. Resting the device against a stack of books, she accepted the video call.

"Hello, Jack."

Through the screen, she could see her smirking neighbor lying on his couch. "Good evening, this is your hourly scheduled sanity check. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your sanity?"

"An eight, maybe," Elsa replied with a frown. "What's the meaning of this call?"

"I'm checking your sanity level, duh."

"Why?"

"You said you were going to be working all night."

"Didn't mean you needed to stay awake too," she countered, her attention returning to her computer's screen. "Are you seriously gonna call me every hour?"

"Sure, why not? Fat Diana and I will be here for you."

The camera moved, and Jack showed his cat curled up on the cushion right next to his head. Diana slept soundly and didn't seem that interested in the plans her owner had for the two of them. A second of peaceful catnapping footage later, the camera was shifting again, and his face returned to the frame.

"Tell me I don't deserve the Neighbor Of The Year award."

She laughed, throwing her head back. "You also happen to be the neighbor who had a box of cockroaches delivered to my door."

"They were toy cockroaches."

"They were unidentified items moving inside a sealed box, Jack."