Tardiness was the least of his problems. Penta was yelling at soon as Episilon came into visual range, to the point that he was only audibly comprehensible after he'd gotten two paragraphs into his rant.

"I have to spend an hour waiting on the phone to tell them that you actually work for me, only to find out that according to the Hall of Records you don't work for me. So now I'm out both a fine for bad filing and the time I could have spent working at my actual business, and I am going to be damn lucky if they don't come and audit me!"