The Daily Telegraph Newspaper After-Hours Office Holiday Party is well underway, except this year, things are just a little bit different...
We find Iris just where you’d expect, still working away on a deadline. Her Topo Chico tucked in a tiny Christmastime sweater (with a cheeky bit of Tito’s poured in from under the desk). “Mummy’s little secret,” she whispers to herself, even though her Zoom’s mic is on mute. Just then, she receives a private message from ~him~ and Iris’ world comes crashing down faster than a podcaster’s Shopify page on cyber Monday.
“What’s it like to be the only person committed to their work, while the rest of us are quite literally wanking to internet pornography at this very moment?”
Iris, now 45 and still single, quickly minimizes her next piece;
a listicle of 50 men whom “If you’ve shagged, one needn’t worry about what’s in the vaccine.” It’s Iris’ last assignment of the year, a year that “quite frankly belongs in the bin,” she types and deletes.
Jasper, now 53 (and currently pissed as a titmouse), is flirting painfully with Iris in their private chat while his 4-year-old son, Tackard, attempts to undo his tie while sitting on papa’s lap. “Daddy, you said you’d watch The Office (UK) with me!” Jasper puts the finishing touches on his last direct message, a failed attempt at complimenting her “arse.” He slams the laptop shut before she has a chance to respond. “Textbook Jas!” she utters, before blowing her bangs from her face and logging out of Zoom.