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Chapter One Hundred
Leanne
I’m barely in the office for an hour before I start to feel like I don’t want to be there. I walked in on shaky legs, and I somehow made it through colleague introductions without showing too many nerves, but now that I’m sitting at a desk, with a pile of actual work that I have no freaking idea how to process, and I’m basically waiting around for the clock to hit twelve, I feel like my heart is pounding so fast and loud that everyone around me must be able to hear it.
“Oh, hey, you know those are sales invoices, right?” My new office bestie Joan says.
“Uh huh,” I murmur, like I know what that means.
“It’s just that you’re sitting in the purchase ledger.” She leans over my desk and does something to change the screen. “Okay. Now you’re in sales.”
“Cool,” I murmur, nodding. “Thanks. I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little nervous being in a new place like this.”
“Honestly, take your time to start with. You’ll get the hang of it. It’s all super easy. There’s just a lot of invoices. We’ve all got invoices coming out of our ears.”
Someone across the big open space laughs.
Oh, God. Are they actually listening to us?
This is freaking mortifying. I’ve never wanted a drink more in my life.
It’s hilarious. I can cope with the idea of sneaking around and stealing evidence way better than I can with pretending I actually want this job. The work is a nightmare, my colleagues are annoying, and I can’t stand how long I’m going to have to wait for it to be over.
Too bad I didn’t think about this side of things before.
Maybe it would have put me off coming in here.
Joan walks away and I pick up the stupid sales invoices.
I can’t believe I’m actually going to have to figure these out.
I waste a little time staring at them, before I look at the screen.
The page is kind of similar to the handwritten sheet of paper.
It has the same information.
I start entering that information.
At least now it’ll look like I’m doing something if anyone looks over here.
Like Joan will when she goes back to her own damn desk.
I hit enter at the bottom of the page and it clears to a new page.
I start entering the whole pile, taking my time.
Time feels like it’s moving so slowly that it’s starting to go backwards.
When it’s finally twelve, I’m ready to run screaming out of there.
I get to my feet. “I so need to go get some food.”
“Oh, are you leaving the building?” Joan asks.
I look over to see her unwrapping a sandwich at her desk.
“Yeah, did you want anything?” I ask, playing the polite co-worker.
