He does not come to the office, so the office comes to him. Somewhere between the standup and the second coffee, the dog under the desk became the one member of the team nobody would vote out.
The artwork is his profile card, filled in exactly as it should be. A wide round avatar carries one flat dog face in clean vector shapes with thick even outlines. A presence dot sits on the rim, because he has never once been marked away. HEAD OF MORALE runs beside it at full title weight, and beneath the header two rows state the facts and leave them there: SLEEPS UNDER THE DESK, then NEVER MISSES A STANDUP. Flat solid ink, no app, no logo, nothing borrowed from anyone's workspace.
Long shoulder handles and a roomy interior, for the walk, the shop and the bit in between.
It goes to the coworker whose dog runs every meeting from the floor, the partner who has lost the desk permanently, or the dog owner who worked out the job title years ago. Bought for yourself first, then for whoever needs it explained least.
He delegates nothing.
