“Listen, Waffles, we need to have a little chat.” I focus my attention on the slobbering canine, not daring to look at Marlow. “I don’t want to cramp your style, but I use my loft as an office, and when I’m working from home, it’s hard to concentrate when you play your music so loud. Is there any chance you could turn it down when I’m working from home?” Bored with this conversation, Waffles plops down on the ground. I click my tongue in disapproval. “I’m disappointed in you, Waffles. I thought you’d take this more seriously.”
