Masterpiece
Stan Johnson
I’ve finally dug myself out of the snow. I’m sure me and Margaret can come to terms on our accounts and management heretoforeof.
Oh, by the way — Margaret, here’s a little present for you that I worked on when I was detained by the frosty substance.
Yep, Creative can start taking my lead.
PS: Stay away from my accounts!
Awww, Stan. You remembered me.
I thought of you while you were buried out there in snow. Unfortunately, your accounts *didn’t*.
Well, fortunately for *me*, not so fortunate for *you*.