Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Thankful that she wasn’t going to be thrown in the deep end, she relaxed, making notes if she needed. More often than not, it wasn’t a difficult job, mainly making sure all the procedures were followed closely.
A steady stream of lawyer assistants came to check out files, which was time-consuming, as Glenda would go through a checklist of what was being removed from the box, who was responsible for what was being removed, and when it would come back. Some of the items weren’t allowed to be removed from the file room, which meant they were allowed to use a table set aside for that purpose. Only those assigned to the case could work in full view of Glenda and a camera.
Sitting by Glenda’s side at her desk, Sage saw Glenda watching one of the female lawyers like a hawk as she shifted through documents in a file.
“Please, make sure you put the documents in the same order.”
The stern way she spoke to the lawyer had her flipping the folder closed to put it back in the box. When she carried the box back to the desk they were sitting at, Sage started twisting the watch on her wrist.
“I’m finished.” Plunking the box on the desk, the lawyer started to walk away.
“Mrs. Parker, I need to check the box and sign you out.”
The lawyer to the desk, impatiently tapped one of her heels. “Give me the notepad to sign; I’m in a hurry.”
“I won’t be a moment.”
Meticulously, Glenda went through the checklist before allowing her to sign.
Mrs. Parker raised a haughty brow at Glenda. “This is your last week, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” Glenda told her, replacing the lid on the box.
“This week can’t end fast enough for me.”
The insult rolled off Glenda’s shoulder. “Me neither.”
Covering her mouth to hide her laughter as the lawyer stormed away, Sage looked at Glenda appreciatively. “Do they normally get that upset?” she asked when Mrs. Parker was out of earshot.
“I wish.” Glenda picked the box up to carry it back to the slot it had been removed from. “That was nothing. You’re going to be yelled at, called names, and when they’re really mad, they will threaten your job every time.”
“I’m beginning to think I should have gone back to the temp agency.”
“You’ve got more spunk than you think.” Coming back to the desk, she entered the time the box was returned to its slot. Then Glenda clicked a key, which showed Susan Parker’s signature.
“This program would be a hacker’s nightmare to get past.”
Observing the rapid movements Glenda was making on her computer, Sage dreaded when it would be her turn.
Glenda tapped the computer screen with a fingernail. “The login codes are changed twice a day by Mr. Hollingsworth’s assistant. And don’t ever forget to use this computer for nothing other than work. When you touch the keys, a picture is taken every two minutes of what’s on the screen.”
“Wow.” Her eyes widened in surprise.
Glenda gave her a surprised look. “Bree or Livvy didn’t warn you when you started working here?”
She shook her head. “Not a peep.”
Glenda’s head fell back in laughter. “Sage …” Glenda wiped a tear away. “You’re perfect for this job.”
EIGHTEEN
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Leaving the building after work, she made her way to the parking garage. She released a loud sigh in her car before she drove out into the busy afternoon traffic.
As much as she wanted to drive directly home, she needed to stop and pick up groceries. Shopping on the weekends would be ideal, yet she still needed the money from cleaning to keep them afloat.
She promised herself that as soon as she managed to earn a few full-time paychecks from Hollingsworth, she would be able to quit the cleaning jobs. She shook her head at the lie she was telling herself. She had estimated her budget during lunchtime. Money was going out the door almost as soon as she could make it.
She parked at the grocery store and went inside. Pulling up the grocery list, she started at the fruit section then went down each aisle. She decided to splurge on Glory’s favorite ice cream and put it in the cart.
Tired, she checked out, helping the cashier bag the groceries to make it quicker. Then she left the store and pushed the cart to the trunk of her car, thinking ahead to what she could make for dinner that would be quick. Her early mornings were catching up with her.
Shutting the trunk, with one hand still on the cart, she felt a jerking motion as the cart was pushed away.
“Wha—”
A scream rose in her throat as she was slammed into the back of her car. Rough hands twisted one of her hands behind her back while her purse was yanked off her other flailing arm.