Start by planning for the evening.

I sit at my desk a few minutes, completely silent. This project was my idea originally, but I was moved here so that I could work on it with the people that are now situated around me. That might have been a fine idea, if only one of those people (at least one) had decided she'd work on the project second, and the innovator of the project first.

Deciding the head she'd been controlling is taking control, and my acting on it ould only be trying to work with her as I was instructed, I stand, and walk until I am filling her doorway.

"What are you doing here so quickly?!" she asks. "I told you we could work on the project more tomorrow morning, and that I had a meeting to get to."

"Yes", I add, attempting to copy the old "Snidely Whiplash" villain voice from the "Bullwinkle" shows. "I heard and understood all of that. However, hearing it also made it abundantly clear to me that you dont't have any problem with planning ahead. Therefore, while we're still at work, you will think some more. Before either of us have left, you will send me a message, and give me the details of the time between now and our project-brainstorm tomorrow morning when you are planning to meet with me and... Well, we can put our heads together."

"I don't THINK so!!" shouted a voice behind me.

I turned towards the source, and there stood Cheryl. Whoever had sent her to that spot must have known I had enough to look at, as she was now wearing a floor-length, dark coat that seemed to cover all of the body I had seen before.

"Cheryl!" I shouted. "I didn't expect to see you here!" I added after calming my voice down.

"I'm sure," she said in a voice that hinted she knew we'd been discussing jobs that weren't improved or hurt by offices and desks. "But I likewise didn't expect you and Cheryl to be gone so long for Lunch, or to return and discuss what I overheard you discussing."

"Oh! Well, that,..." I stuttered, before she put a hand up in my face.

"Don't know, don't care," she said. "And if you two don't want the bosses to know, you'll make sure one of you passes-along those details you were planning on sharing this evening."

I looked at Sara, who silently gestured towards myself and our threatening third.