“Hey, Oli!”
Oli looked up from his desk, and the tinted negatives he was examining for a magazine layout the agency was doing on the local marina and sailing club. He blinked, all his vision tinted with blue tones. Under the desk, Buddy nosed his calf, sending a warming, familiar ochre shade through his aromatic-vision.
“Boss is on the phone, he wants you in the conference room.”
“Oh, OK.” It wasn’t a usual sort of request, and Oli frowned as he gathered up phone, a note book and a selection