Eve had come to the inescapable conclusion that the people who'd convinced her to major in business needed a good swift smack upside the head. Between classes and work, she wasn't doing a whole lot of that sleeping thing. Add in the fact that she hadn't seen her friends from Fandom or her family members in months and she was not a happy camper. Because phone calls and emails just didn't have the same effect.
She'd just gotten home from work and was sprawled out on the couch in her living room. She'd been planning on the bedroom and the incredibly comfy bed but had gotten distracted by the TV. Well, by the fact that she'd left it on. She wasn't going to be coming back out to the living room so she should turn it off now... and that'd somehow turned into her sprawling out and flipping through the channels mindlessly.
She needed to make some calls -- especially to Benicio, to make sure she really was allowed to fire people for being a dumbfuck with the camera equipment for the portrait studio side of the business -- but that'd require moving, since her cell phone was on the coffee table.
Eh, she'd do it later.
[For phone calls and texts and whatnot, or for any visitors in Fandomverse NY.]