~ Zoie’s POV ~

“Zoie! We’re gonna need three copies for each document and a whole round of coffee for the conference room!”

“Yes, Sylvia. Coming right up,”

Zoie jogged from her desk to the copy machine and quickly made copies of the files in her hand. While the copy machine was working, she went to the kitchenette and prepared a fresh new batch of coffee. As the coffee machine was working its magic, she sprinted back to the copy machine to check the status of her copies. All her documents were perfectly copied, three copies each, just like Sylvia, the office manager asked. With the warm stack of paper...