And on to part three. Or you can read the entire (ongoing) text of Inkling here.
“Hang on.” Grays pushed his hair out of his eyes, hustling into the back room. He dodged boxes and empty pallets, narrowly avoided tripping over a roll of vinyl, and finally found Eva in her office, watching a video on her computer. She paused it when he came in, holding up her index finger.
“I know why I’m not a great manager yet. It’s because I don’t know where you’re at.”
His shoulders slumped, and he sighed. “Really? I thought it was because you keep ending sentences in prepositions.”
Eva smiled at him, snapping her fingers before she lowered them. “That’s it! See, that right there! Exactly what I mean.”
“Where’s the gesso?”
She smiled at him, her dark head bobbing up and down. “It’s where it’s supposed to be.”
“No, it’s not with the paint, and I’ve got this guy who needs some right away, or like, the world will end and velociraptors will consume our spleens.”
“Vivid!” She said it like it could have been a good thing, but with Eva, you could never be sure.
“The gesso, Eva. Where is the gesso?”