Training on the job

"The lawyers sent me a message - until we get married, your new last name is 'Wilson'," your fiancé says, as he begins to write on a piece of paper, "and this is the address we'll be living at, write this on any forms you're given."

You get out of the car and he leads you to the front desk, where you're introduced to George from the HR department.

"This is George, he'll guide you around the office and show you the basics, and get you registered in our systems. I'll see you after lunch."

The following few hours are reasonably uneventful. You sign a contract, and fill out the forms for payment (luckily, Phoebe kept her bank/tax details on her phone), and after explaining what the company does and what your duties will be, George takes you out to lunch at the restaurant across the road.

"So, Phoebe, Harvey must like you indeed, if he replaced Lisa with you so quickly," George smirked, and you catch him eyeing your body.
"I'm a good secretary. I've worked with him before," you lie, uncertain of how much you can reveal.
"Ha, I bet you've worked with him. Lisa let a lot of it spill when we dragged her out of the office earlier this morning. I hope you really do know the sort of work he'll have you doing," George said.