ORLANDO PHINEAS JR.

The smell of the papers on my desk was a welcoming fragrance that Monday morning. I missed the familiar scent. It felt good to be bad in the office even though I didn't really need to be there. I made money regardless.

I hadn't seen Miss Summers yet. I'd been looking forward to seeing my new secretary. She came into my office five minutes later with a cup of coffee which was impressive but what stunned me was how she was able to get my favorite coffee to the last dot.

I gasped at her unable to comprehend what form of sorcery she must be operating on....