What a crummy week, Jamie thinks. And it was only Wednesday. He raises his hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezes hard--a small pinch to distract him from pressures elsewhere.
"I need a distraction," he says outloud. His fellow Web designers peek over their monitors.
"I could sing a song," Liam offers, and proceeds to belt out a few bars of Maneater.
"No, I mean I need a REAL distraction, like what beer does for you." Jamie said, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, an email from Ami arrived in his inbox.
Just received two tickets to the Wellington Classic. Free booze, free food--fancy a day at the races?
Jamie smiles. That's more like it.
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