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figure
out what to do next. Isobel had a very analytical mind, and she
decided to attack the filing cabinet first. With any luck she would
find most of the details that she needed in there to complete the
rest of her tasks, such as names and phone numbers of any relevant
staff or people she needed to contact. Besides, sorting out a
filing system should be relatively easy, right?
     
    Wrong. The whole thing was complete
chaos, as she found out to her frustration a short while later. Her
desk, which had been quite tidy and organized at first glance, was
now a mass of papers and files which were spewed everywhere.
Nothing had been in any kind of order, whether it be alphabetical
or chronological, and even though Isobel was no secretary or
anything, even she knew that it was a complete mess.
     
    How on earth had the woman even
managed to do the most basic of office tasks when she obviously
wouldn’t have been able to find anything? She started to go through
the mess on her desk, putting it all back in the filing cabinet in
order and keeping out anything that she thought would help her to
complete the rest of the tasks on her list. It took almost three
hours, but eventually she sat back, rubbed her aching back and gave
up a grateful prayer of thanks that she was finally
done.
     
    She thankfully crossed another item
off the dreaded list and then made a phone call down to the company
garage to make arrangements for the vehicles to be serviced, using
the list that she’d found in the cabinet as a reference. By the
time she’d finished with that, her growling stomach brought her
attention to the fact that it was way past lunchtime.
     
    “Hey, Isobel, how’s it going,
sweetie?” She looked up from her desk to see Mary stood in front of
it.
     
    “It’s slow, but I think I’m getting
there, Mary.” She stretched her back while she talked, trying to
get the kinks out. She didn’t think she’d ever bent over a desk for
so long in her life. And she’d thought bartending was hard work.
She’d never moan that people who worked in offices just got paid to
answer the phone anymore.
     
    Mary handed her a paper bag. “Here, I
got you a sandwich. I figured you must be hungry after working all
morning without a break.”
     
    “Mary, if I was so inclined, I could
quite happily kiss you right now.” Isobel opened the bag and took
out the sandwich, tearing the wrapper off it eagerly. “You’re an
absolute darling.”
     
    With a broad smile, Mary gave her a
pat on the back. “And you, my dear, are one of the hardest workers
I’ve seen here in a long time. Keep up the good work.”
     
    As she walked off, Isobel
couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face at the praise
the other woman had given her. And then she noticed the dark look
that one of the other women was giving her. It seemed that Julie
was pissed at her for doing her job well. Tough luck, bitch. I’m here to please the boss, not
you. Isobel ignored the woman and went
back to her lunch, eating with gusto and enjoying every
mouthful.
     
    The next few hours passed by in a
whirl. Isobel slowly crossed off almost every item on her list, and
did a few little extras besides. She made a spreadsheet of the
company vehicles and their drivers, indicating each car’s service
record, date and history of problems. Each member of staff who was
attending the business lunch was contacted and their menu choices
noted and passed on to the restaurant owner, Mr. Rodgers. Tyler’s
dentist appointment and meetings for next week had been arranged
and the information on the Smithfield project had been collated and
printed.
     
    All that was left to do was to print
off the copies of the staff handbook for each member of staff, but
every time Isobel had tried to use the printer another secretary
had rushed to grab it first, giving a smirking smile of triumph
each time.
     
    As the day drew on, Isobel was afraid
that she wouldn’t get the last task done, but, ever ingenious;