#ch:wt

Chloe held up two different room sketches, and passed them over. “There were some, ah, very minor hiccups at your last event that I was hoping to knock out. Mostly related to flow. Like... where people are going to be at any given time. Apparently, I seriously misjudged which areas were going to get the most flow. I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but I did. Did you notice? That’s why I have these sketches.” She tilted her head to the side. “Are they clear? I probably should have labeled them better. I’m so sorry.” 

“I catfished some creepy guy in Australia a year ago and persuaded him to give me his Netflix password. Ghosted him a while ago, but the password still works. What sort of stuff should I put in his queue to make him think that Netflix is haunted?” Joanna asked, pulling up a screenshot of the guy’s dating site profile. She wasn’t interested in any of the weirdos that she talked to on those sites, but making their lives more puzzling was definitely a hobby. “Or we could just watch normal Netflix. I’m not fussed.”