I'll bring it to lunch at Laffite." Affton laid on the charm, smoothing the waters as well as he could. Richard Chalmers was one of Fillian Commercial's biggest clients and he was not going to disappoint the man. "I'll see you there. I'm looking forward to it." He hung up, grabbed the file, and headed to the graphics department. Heads were going to roll and then no one was going home until the graphics had been fixed. They looked nothing like what the client had asked for, or for that matter, like what they'd pitched to Geoffrey in the first place. The graphics department was a floor down and Affton strode down the stairs, building his head of steam as he went. They were a billion dollar advertising agency and this kind of mistake was not on. The graphics department had its own wing, but was otherwise open concept, so he was able to start yelling as soon as he was in the door. "I want everyone responsible for so much as a dot on the Chalmers account in front of me in the next thirty seconds." The artists and computer geeks looked up, the place like a warren with little meerkats popping up and down.
