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Jean peered at her calendar, three more weeks. Long, but it is no longer three months. She shoved the papers threatening to topple over in her in -tray to the bottom tray. “I need some caffeine” she whispered to herself. She padded out of her plush office lightly scented with fresh rosemary. She resisted the urge to slam the door.
The laughter of the administrative staff irritated her. Yet she prided herself on her ability to have a convincing pleasant facial expression. She has mastered it to a fine art. She no longer wore her emotions on her sleeve that has cost her dearly in the past.
“Hey Miss Wright, have you had a moment to authorise the invoices emailed to you”
Jean did not miss the way the young upstart wiped her hand on her skirt.
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jean?”
She glanced toward the kitchen door, hoping a verbal deflection and her body language would put the girl off and buy her some more time.
“Actually Jean, I told Sophia to chase you up on it.”
Laura pushed her glasses up her nose it looked like it should have been changed a decade ago
“The invoice is way overdue and the suppliers are chasing”
Jean knew they must be desperate if they are waylaying her on her cappuccino trip to the kitchen. She was also not ignorant of the fact that Laura was the only one not fooled by her ‘I’ve got it under control stance’.
“Yes, I shall certainly get all invoices done in the next forty eight hours.” She ignored the quiet grunt and took quick strides to the kitchen. The kitchen reeked of strong coffee and burnt toast. She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand and snapped the cappuccino into the machine. She tried to visualise her holiday in Barcelona but was snapped back to reality.
“Miss Wright, um Jean”
Sophia’s waving black curls cascaded as she popped her head through the door.
“There is a meeting that starts at 9.30 and divisional director is expecting you.”
Jean took a quick look at her watch and had a mental flash back of a string of obscenities she would have vented nine months ago.
“Oh Miss Wri.. pardon me, Jean, I told asked him if he could reschedule your slot for 10:30 in the agenda because you were busy authorising some important invoices.” She quietly closed the door and disappeared.
Jean let out a sigh of relief for the reprieve and slight amusement at Sophia’s savvy.
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