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myself
so I remember how to do
that
it . Let’s get started, shall we?”
     
    The morning moved quickly. Tim called Jen into his office to
help with scheduling
and when the phone rang, Jane answered remembering to sound professional the way everyone else did.
     
    “Mr. Singleton’s office. How may I help you?”
     
    “Is Singleton in?”
     
    “May I ask who is calling?” The man gave his name. “One moment please.” She placed him on hold and pressed the button for Tim’s office.
     
    “Tim. Mr. Rangbo is on the line.”
     
    Jane heard a pause. “There’s no one on any lines.” Jane looked down at the phone. No flashing lights. Oh no! She’d hung up on that man!
     
    The phone rang again and Jane felt a prickly panic. “I’m sorry…I think I hung up. This is him again I think. Just a minute.” She hung up on Tim and answered the phone again.
     
    “Hello…Mr. Rangbo?” She asked timidly.
     
    “Yes. It is me again.”
     
    He sounded far from patient. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I’ll connect you.” Tim was standing at her desk when she looked up. He reached over and pressed a button; the correct button then retreated.
    Jane covered her face. Jen gave her arm a gentle pat and she almost jumped. “Don’t worry Jane. EVERYBODY does that; but only once.” She chuckled with good humor.

 
~***~
 
    “Jane, let’s go down to the canteen.” Tim had again treated them for lunch. T his time
he had sent Jen to a deli and Jane had again ordered whatever Tim was eating. This time it was a turkey
and
bacon
double decker and
with
potato salad. She had just taken a huge bite of the oversized sandwich when Jen made her request. She looked at the phone.
     
    “Don’t worry about that. Tim said to hold all of his calls so we’ll just have everything go to voicemail.” Jane wrapped up her sandwich and followed Jen not sure if they shouldn’t at least tell Tim that they’d be in the canteen.
     
    “I needed a break from him.” Jen finally confessed once they were in the elevator. “
I’m going to be spending days putting together his legal notebook for his next c
ase, and frankly the man
’s scribbling is impossible to read!
Plus, if
he gives me one more tape recording to transcribe I’m going to go nuts!
”
Jane noticed that Tim talked into a
tape record
er.
It seemed better than writing everything down in shorthand, s
o she didn’t know why Jen found so much to complain about.
     
    The elevators opened up on a floor that wasn’t much different than their own. But at the end of the hall was an open area with vending machines, microwaves and several tables and chairs. It was crowded but she followed Jen to a table where three other women were talking and eating.
     
    “Hey there, where have you been hiding?” This was said by an older, white haired woman.
     
    “Mr. Singleton has court this entire week.” They all went ‘ahhh’ at the same time, as if that statement held special significance. Jen gestured to Jane and introduced her. Everyone at the table told their names and she discovered that each worked as an assistant to one of the partners.
     
    Everyone focused on her and she found it hard to eat her sandwich under their scrutiny. “You didn’t come out of AdWork Temp Service?” 
     
    “No.” She said.
     
    “How did you get in as an assistant?” A black woman asked. Everyone waited for her response and Jane hesitated, unsure how to proceed. She remembered what Tim had said, about being dropped into the position and about how others worked hard to get a chance at being an assistant.
     
    “Sister Louise helped me.”
     
    “Sister?” The white haired woman asked.
     
    “Well…I…” Jane knew from past experience that people looked at girls that live in convents very strangely. “Sister Louise is a nun.” She looked at her potato salad with nothing else to say.
     
    After a moment Jen filled in the prolonged quiet with a story about her deadbeat boyfriend and his