Page 7 of Mailroom Delight
Maybe I could get inside his office, hopefully unnoticed.
I rushed up to the door, looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching, then proceeded inside.
The office had no resemblance to the one Elizabeth had. He’d changed it.
Now it looked like the standard office you’d find in one of those high-powered firms. Elizabeth had more of a hippie style, so had a sofa covered in fur and patterned cushions. This guy had leather. The sofa I shared many jokes with Elizabeth on was gone, replaced by two leather chairs with padded backs.
A similar chair was behind a large mahogany table, and the room smelled of newness and wealth.
I looked around for the ‘In’ tray. Elizabeth’s was just on the wall by the file cabinets, but that’d been moved.
Damn it, I should have asked Frank for more info before running off the way I had.
Where was the damn tray?
That panic was starting to make me sweat, and I was fully aware I was in his office and he could come in at any time and catch me.
Maybe I should go back downstairs and talk to Frank.
I turned to do just that but then I saw it. It was in the little room Elizabeth kept her coats in.
The room now looked more like a storage room because there were two large gray filing cabinets and the in tray was just above the one closest to the door.
I would have taken the time to admire the cool way it looked, but that would have to wait for another day.
I went up to the door, turned the handle to go in and shrieked when I found it locked.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
Why was it locked? Damn it. Damn…fucking damn.
I pulled a deep breath and look around again, eyes darting around my surroundings.
Outside the glass windows I could see that I was still alone.
Maybe Vanessa had a spare key for the room. But where?
I could look for it, but what if she caught me snooping around?
Perhaps I could make something up. My mind couldn’t work well enough to come up with a good story at this precise moment, but hopefully something would come to me if the need called for it. I could say it was an emergency then maybe she’d just give me the key.
What was I even thinking?
Vanessa wouldn’t give me the key.
That damn woman was lovely, but took her job seriously. She was very professional and what I’d always classed as the perfect secretary. No way would she just hand over the keys though.
So, what now? God what now?
Wish I’d gone to church more, so I could at least pray for a miracle.
I looked up at the little window at the top of the door. It was one of those that was put there for decoration as opposed to serving a purpose because it was too high to be opened on a daily basis.
The question however on my mind after seeing it was – could I fit through it?
It was high up, but I could try to get up there and go through. The file cabinet was there so I would just lower myself on to that.
Before the thought even processed properly I was on the move. The biggest thing on my mind was the image of my new boss reading over my letter.
