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cheeks.  She had long auburn hair, light brown eyes, and was rather small in size.  She must have only been around five foot tall, if that.
    I was then introduced, in order around the room—from nearest to my desk, to furthest—a red haired guy in his thirties called Anthony.  Another guy with brown spiky hair and brown eyes called Brad—which most of them all got a kick out of—and then there were the miserable bastards, the ones I thought I would keep at arm’s length.  They were called Timothy and Daniela.  Timothy looked like he had a broom stuck up his arse and Daniela wasn’t too far behind that look.  Both seemed to be in their late thirties, snobs of the highest degrees. 
    They both said hello, but with a level of distaste.  The other three were great, very warm, very friendly.  I could see why Jonathan had put me close to the other three, and I was grateful to him for that.
     
    I got to Francis and Co a whole half an hour earlier then opening time.  I knew Jonathan would be there and it gave me a chance to settle in before everyone else turned up.
    Sure enough, Jonathan was just opening up when I got downstairs.  “We’re keen, aren’t we?” he asked with a mischievous grin. 
    “Raring to go,” I answered back.
    Placing my bag down beside my desk, I went to make coffee with Jonathan.  We were in the middle of discussing his biggest client when Shelly walked in.
    “Hi, Angelina.  So nice to see you again,” she said eagerly.
    “Excuse Shelly’s excitement, I think she’s just glad to be getting some friendly female company,” Jonathan explained.
    Shelly beamed from ear to ear.  “I think it’s great.  You’ll be the only girl in this office, apart from me, who doesn’t look like she’s chewing a wasp.”
    We all started laughing, easing any last nerves I may have about working here.  It would seem my first impressions were bang on about Timothy and Daniela.
    “So, what were you talking about?” Shelly asked.
    Jonathan smiled and grabbed his coffee mug.  “Mr Jacobs, my biggest client.”
    Shelly’s face suddenly lit up.  “Oh yes.  I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet.  I haven’t been working here that long myself and he always wants to meet Jonathan at the properties.  I’ve been told he’s a bit of a male whore.”
    “Really?” I asked intrigued.  He was probably one to avoid, but certainly one to get all the gossip on.
    “Yes, he’s a big property mogul around here.  He saw an opportunity when he was eighteen to buy his first three properties and do them up.  He hit gold and hasn’t looked back since.  He’s been making a nice tidy living from all his buying and selling.  He likes the old, run down properties.  Ones he can do up and sell on later for a huge whacking great profit.  Alright for some I suppose,” she said rolling her eyes.
    I saw her expression and laughed.  “We’re not jealous at all, are we?”
    “No, of course not, Angelina.  I don’t want any of the vast millions he must have sitting in his bank account doing nothing but adding interest every day.” 
    She turned to leave and I followed her out of the door, with Jonathan close behind.
    “Shelly, is it okay if you could show Angelina a rundown of our client list, so she familiarises herself with some of them?  Also, if you can show her some of the houses on our listings so she knows in advance what they look like before she visits any?”
    Shelly smiled sweetly.  “Of course, Jonathan, it would be my pleasure.”
    Nodding to both of us, he smiled as he trotted over to his office.  “You all call him Jonathan here then?”  I thought I had better ask.  I’m so used to calling him Jonathan, but I couldn’t do it here if everyone calls him Mr Francis.
    “Yes, he insists on it.  In fact, it was one of the reasons why I took this job when offered.  Jonathan seems more down to earth then some of the other stuck up agents around here.”
    That was good to