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Lexi?’” Hope asked incredulously. “There has to be more to this job than that. They’re paying you way too much to be the lunch delivery girl.”
    Blushing, Lexi raised her head and shrugged. “I know. I need to get them lunch, and I get to make al their copies, so I better become intimately acquainted with the copy machine. I think basically if they need something, they’re going to call me, and I get to run off and do it. I’m not exactly sure what I got myself into with this job.”
    “Look on the bright side—at least you won’t get bored. Every day should be a new adventure,” Hope said, trying to sound optimistic.
    Lexi sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I never looked at it that way. But you know what? I’m just going to do my job and keep an eye open for any new job openings within Hunter.” Lexi smiled as she stood up and stretched.
    “I better go back to my place and eat a real dinner, and I want to do some laundry before bed.”
    “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Hope waved goodbye from her spot on the couch as Lexi let herself out.
    “Later!” Lexi called over her shoulder.
    The rest of the week went by smoothly for Lexi, but she was still relieved when Friday finally arrived. She was getting into a routine at work. Her day started bright and early—she was usually there by seven-thirty to find a pile of papers that seemed to magically appear on her desk each morning. The papers were always covered in fluorescent sticky notes asking for copies or edits to 26
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    certain aspects of the documents. There were also luncheons to be scheduled and phone calls to be made.
    After Lexi finished up with the things that popped up overnight, she went from office to office and took lunch orders. Usually, people would place their lunch requests and in the next breath hand her a new file or paper to work on.
    By taking the lunch orders in the morning, she left herself plenty of time to get the additional work done by the end of the day.
    As Lexi sat at her computer, placing the lunch orders with the café courier, a green file folder landed on her desk with a smack. She looked up to see Tim standing in the doorway. “Hey, I need a favor.”
    “Sure, what do you need?” Her fingers flew across the keyboard of her computer as she scanned the lunch orders before hitting send.
    “I need a little inventory done.” The apologetic tone in his voice made her wary.
    “Okay, what kind of inventory?”
    Tim led Lexi into a massive workroom. Her entire apartment probably could have fit into it. Every inch of wall was covered in either dark cherry wall cabinets or floor-to-ceiling shelving. In the center of the room were two huge work surfaces, also with drawers and shelving underneath. Tucked in the corner was a large, white copy machine that Lexi had nicknamed “Bertha” and a refrigerator.
    Over the next fifteen minutes, Tim explained that he needed the inventory done for the quarterly supply order. It became Lexi’s job to go through each cabinet and document al of the unopened packages—every pack of pencils, pens, paper clips, and pair of scissors needed to be accounted for by Monday evening.
    Lexi glanced around the room feeling completely overwhelmed with the task Tim had just tossed into her lap. She wandered down the hall back to her desk and flopped into her chair. Shit, Shit, Shit. Lexi cursed in her head, wondering how the hell she was going to get this done. Resigned to her fate, she picked up the phone and called Hope to let her know that she’d be late meeting her that night. This new assignment would keep her there well past five o’clock.
    She spent the rest of the day on a step ladder, numbering all the cabinets, and then she made her way around the room, starting with the upper cabinets, and recorded the supplies. When she finished a cabinet, she taped it shut with a piece of green tape to help her remember which ones had already been counted.
    Around 5:30, Lexi finished