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I shut down my computer, slipped on my coat and grabbed my purse. Carrying the stack of personnel files, I took the elevator to the 40th floor, wandering the deserted hallways until I found the Human Resources office. Manda was at the front desk scrutinizing her manicure. She didn’t look happy to see me but, to give her credit, she wordlessly handed me a small white, rectangular card with tiny numbers in the corner for access to underground parking.
I started to turn away, then hesitated, “I thought you were being sent home.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Manda’s mouth twisted, “but then Beth, my boss, told me I had to handle all the phone calls.”
“I see.” I made a mental note to let David know his orders were being ignored, then I thanked her and dumped the personnel files on her de
