I am at work. The work room seems to be set in the Edgar Street studio. People who have left work have come back such as Patty. I also think I see Jenna, slumped on a chair outside my room, but as I get nearer I see it is not her but a vaguely Eastern European looking woman.
Dealing with something at work involving a customer. Work seems to resemble more Family Investments rather than Gtech. Tables full of people. One of my colleagues, who is either Ethan, my old manager from FI, or Flo, my old flatmate, has messed up. A customer has paid a charge they shouldn't have, or doesn't want to. Flo / Ethan has found a way round this - not to send out the statement till the end of the month when it will be too late for the customer to do anything.
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