Twenty Eight

The day was busy for Amelia and Mike. Amelia had no idea that the duties of a secretary were that much; no wonder Christie was always busy with her system. She had made sure to separate the documents Mike had sent to her according to how he had instructed her. She felt as if her bottom was already attached to the chair she was sitting on. She wondered how much Mike's work was going to be if hers was this much. It was exhilarating.

“I see you finally know what you are in for.” Florence's voice sounded behind her head. She smiled down at her. “I need you to do the copies of those files I told you earlier. Don’t think you are going to escape it because of the little work you are doing.”

Amelia could hardly believe her ears, she already had work that she couldn’t finish in a day pilled in front of her, and Florence was thinking about adding more to it. “I’m sorry, but I am busy. It’s best if you do your work yourself.”

The response didn’t meet Florence well. “Are you refusing to g