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pointed down the hall. “Bathrooms are on the left, and there’s a lounge on the twenty-second floor where you can eat lunch or take a break. The coffee in there stinks, and people steal red pens in this office like they’re made of gold, so hide them.”
    Lexi mouthed a quick thank you, then took off down the hall to catch up to Tim, who probably could have qualified for the Olympic speed walking team.
    As she got closer, she heard him rambling on to no one in particular.
    “… and here are the bathrooms, down this hall on the left.”
    They weaved their way through a mass of cubicles, past a large room that looked like an art studio, and finally ended the mad dash in a long hallway lined with office doors. Tim led her to a small alcove at the end of the hall. A desk and a chair were tucked into the space.
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    “Here you go. This is your desk.” He patted the short section of Formica countertop and smiled. “Phone, trashcan, plant, and computer. I’ll show you where you can get office supplies. To get an outside line, dial nine. Someone from tech support will come by later and help you set up an E-mail address. I’ll give you a minute to get situated, and then I’ll start the grand tour.” He turned on his heel and ducked into the nearest office door.
    “Home, sweet home.” Lexi dropped her purse down on the floor. She opened the top drawer and found a pile of menus to every restaurant within a ten block radius and a notepad. “Looks like I’m in charge of lunch,” she laughed softly.
    After spending a few minutes playing with the phone and computer, Lexi began flipping through the notepad that had been tucked in with the menus. It seemed as if she would be responsible for getting around fifteen lunches a day, and some of these people seemed rather picky: dressing on the side, no onions, only fat-free skim milk, and no cheese (lactose intolerant) were just a few of the messages scribbled alongside the orders.
    Tim appeared in the hallway. “Ready to get started?”
    Lexi smiled. “Absolutely.”
    It was after six that evening by the time Lexi final y knocked on Hope’s door.
    “Get in here and tell me everything!” Hope grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the black leather couch in the middle of her apartment. “Spill!”
    Lexi smiled at her friend’s exuberance. “Well, the guy I’m working with, Tim, is a goofball. A nice guy, but I can see why he needs an assistant. He’s one of the most hyper people I’ve ever met, a real HR kinda team-building/
    motivational-speaker guy. He had me running all over the building today.”
    Hope snickered. “No, he didn’t.”
    “Oh, yes, he did—all three floors! I hiked the stairs more times that I care to count. The little adventure took up most of my morning.” Lexi laughed as she slipped her shoes off and tucked her legs under herself.
    “As goofy as it felt to be wandering around the office like that with a little checklist, at the end of the day, I met a number of the people who I’d be working with, and they all seemed really nice and welcoming.” Lexi grabbed a potato chip out of the bag on the coffee table. “Oh, and my desk is tucked in an alcove at the end of a hallway, the bathrooms are down the hall on the left, and I get 25

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    paid every other Friday starting on the ninth. So, all in all, I’d say I had a very successful first day.”
    Hope went to the kitchen and brought Lexi back a glass of iced tea. “So, do you have any idea what you’re actually going to be doing at Hunter? Did he go over your responsibilities?”
    “Well, the best I can tell, I do a little of everything.” Lexi focused all her attention on the ice cubes floating in her glass.
    “And what does that mean?” Hope asked suspiciously.
    “Okay, my main responsibility each day is to get the lunch orders and not poison anyone.” Lexi buried her face into her hands at the admission.
    “You’re ‘lunch lady’