She just stared at him as he left, mouth partly open, befuddled. What the..? Spinning back to the desk, she just stared for a moment, allowing it all to wash over her. He expected her to organize his business? Who did that?
And yet, here she was, on her day off, doing exactly as he requested. Aimee was right; what the hell had become of her?
With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, Karla started sifting through the mounds of paperwork on the desk, browsing each for content and making appropriate stacks. Invoices sent. Invoices paid. Receipts for equipment. Supplies. Tools. Estimates. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She played secretary before for a small business several years ago, but she wasn't really there for her skills. At least, not those skills. It wasn't long,
