Chapter 95: Who Cares?
Catherine threw another pile of files onto the cart, wiping a drop of sweat from her nose. A knock sounded at the door, and her blood ran cold.
"Yes?" she asked.
"It's me," Sean called through the door.
"Just a minute," she replied.
She bent down and grabbed the final handful of files, tossing them onto a cart as she made her way to the door. She twisted the handle, opened the door, and greeted Sean with a bright smile, but he looked past her. He stepped into the room, and his eyes narrowed as he took it in.
"This is your office?" he asked with disgust.
"I'm just an intern," she replied. "It wouldn't be right for me to take a bigger office. Not yet."
"Hmm," he said.
He swiped a long finger over the surface of her desk and pulled it away, revealing a thin film of dirt.
"What's this?" he asked. "Why is their dirt on your desk?"
He turned and looked around the room again, "And why are those file carts so disorganized?"