He felt a little guilty. But then again… He’d make it up. He probably already had. what about that evening he finished the report? After all now they were all WfGH (Working from Global Homes), work hours, time itself was a weird thing. And it wasn’t his fault that the evening match was on in the middle of the day somewhere in the world – and that somewhere just happened to be where he was this month. His input was needed at the meeting. He wasn’t, he thought. The guilt had gone by the time he switched his avatar on.