Alias ficlet

Ficlet for yahtzee63, with the first line given as a prompt:

( short Jack ficlet )

(no subject)

We just had the two-minute silence. Our office and every office within sight gathered on the street (and, bear in mind that we're on a busy street in Central London). This isn't going to work, I thought. We get so much traffic, it'll be a farce. We'll just be a bunch of people standing around while cars go past and honk their horns and, anyway, there is simply so much ambient noise. This isn't going to work.

And that was when the traffic stopped.

Cars stopped in the middle of the road like neat matchrioshki - van, smaller van, cab, car - still and silent as far as the eye could see or sound could carry.

It was eerie.

SHOCK

Yeah.

Um.

So, weeks ago, I sent a "thanks but no thanks" to PwC re: their Edinburgh offer. Too low, and too far away. They followed that with a, "if you ever change your mind..."

So I wrote them a nice letter a few days ago saying that something higher paid in London would tempt me.

They just called with a new offer: £7,500 higher than their previous one & based in London.

I ... will probably accept.

*wide eyes*

OMFG.