Showdown at the OK-But-Can-Ya-Make-It-Happen Corral

A slip of paper with what appears to be a prescription written on it appears at my desk.I look up.
“I need this meeting this week.”
I slide the paper over and read:MTG next 48?  Oh no.I look up.“A meeting this week?In the next two days?”
“Yes.”
I have a sudden view of the back of my own skull.“We can try.Who should be in it?”
“Me, Lorena, Hein, and Christoph.”
I squint, in that adorably astigmated way I have.“Lorena and Christoph are in Frankfurt.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t come in until 9:00,” I say.“That’s their 4:00."  I wiggle my eyebrows.  "In European, that's 1600.”
“Yes.”
“And...”
“Can you make it happen?”
“My first thought, I say, smiling, “is that you make yourself available earlier.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Nein.I work late.I need that time in the morning.”She sighs.
“Well, I can look.”Clack clack clack.“Nope.They do not have 1600 available either day.”
“Can you ask them if they’ll stay late?”
I set my elbow on my desk, set my chin in my hands.  “Why would they want to stay late?”
“Hmm.But you can ask them, right?”
I smile.“Do you want to ask them?”
“No.”
“Sure,” I say.“Yeah.I can ask them.”
“Work your magic, Pearl.Really appreciate this.”She gives me pistol-fingers as she backs away from my desk.
Pew pew!