File room

I heard some humming and followed it to a room full of filing cabinets. There was a woman in there who looked like she could have been at home in the 1950s with her dark brown hair pinned back, and her silk blouse buttoned up to her neck. "Ahem."

She turned.

When she saw I was a man and a stranger, she grew worried. "What the heck? Who are you?"

I snapped her photo.

"I'm here doing a story on the firm. Helen gave me total access. Who are you and what do you do here?"

"I'm Angela DiPesto, and I'm Ms Cartwright's legal secretary."

"You're the one she badmouths behind your back. Got it."

"She does what?"

"She blames you whenever things go wrong. She says you'll never be anything more than a secretary working under her."

"Why...why...why that wench!"

"Look, calm down. Take this opportunity to sabotage her. 'Misplace,' some files, 'forget' to give her messages, and every chance you get, spit in her food or drink."

"Disgusting, but I'll do it! She deserves it darn it!"

I was amused by how prim and proper Angela was.