“Oh, did you say something?” came a female voice from behind me. Startled, I turned to see Elaine, my assistant, hurrying toward me. Elaine, Elaine ... what’s her last name?
“I’m good, Mrs. Grant, now that you’re here. The stairs get easier, trust me. Here, let me get the door. I’ve got keys for you inside and all the things you’ll need to get settled in.”
“You worked for Mr. Leonard?” I asked as Elaine returned to my tiny office.
“Oh, yes, we all did,” she said as she brought in keys and some paperwork. “He was —is— the nicest man and definitely knew what he was doing. I started with him about 16 years ago, along with Charlie. Susan and Steven worked for him a while, and just before he retired, Ricky was hired. You’ll like the guys. Ricky’s an incredible graphic designer and knows everything about computers. He’s the reason we have these fairly up-to-date models and all the software we could ever want. So you should be okay with at least a modern computer, even if the office and furniture are from the middle of the last century.”
“It’s for you. It’s gigantic! What a gorgeous philodendron bipinnatifidum! It’s as tall as me! Who's it from?”
“Yes, I mean, no. It’s the right time, but you don’t need to be here. I’m your direct supervisor and I attend this meeting. I’ll relay to you anything that you might need to know.”