People flying about the office, rushing to meet deadlines
and get jobs done.
Hurriedly copying papers, checking data and running back
to hide in their offices.
Scurrying about without much clue, trying to ease the
workload by following through.
Pounding the computer and phone buttons to clear accounts
and get deliveries out.
All in a day's work, orders are sent, delivered and closed
out.
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