“Owen, have you finished that report yet?” Jack called out.
“No, and it won’t get done any faster if you keep asking for it every five minutes,” Owen replied from the autopsy bay.
“Well, get it done fast as you can. I need to know what we’re dealing with.”
“Fine. Just leave me alone.”
Sighing, Jack went back to his office. Half an hour later, still no report. Marching over to the railing he looked down at Owen, who definitely wasn’t working.
“Owen, so help me, if you don’t get off Twitter and finish that report I’ll confiscate your phone!”