Chapter 18
By the time Tiffany Collins returned to Bangkok, Beau had mostly gotten his system down; the files were organized, the database was churning out useful reports, and he was only about eight months behind the current date, as far as data-entry went. It was easy to see why other interns had gotten behind. On a daily basis, the task of entering the key figures would only take four or five minutes. It became one of those tasks for which “oh, I’ll get to that tomorrow” became next week, became stacks of papers waiting to be entered for months, and finally became being filed away and forgotten rather than actually ever entered.
The information on the pages wasn’t even that pressing; there was no reason why, eventually, the shift supervisor on the factory floor couldn’t just punch the
