Ianto had only worked at Torchwood for five months when Jay, one of the guys in his department, intercepted him as he was leaving for the night.
“Bet none of the other jerks told you, they’re pissed off because Hartman seems to like you. Better get in good and early tomorrow or you’ll land yourself in trouble.”
“Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”
“It’s the 125th anniversary of Torchwood’s founding, everyone’s expected to be in early for the official commemoration. It’s a big deal. Someone gets chosen to read the charter; it’s considered an honour. Word is, this year Hartman’s picked you!”