Damn, thought Isobel.
If her brother Percival were here, he could hack into it before she could say embezzlement. Thinking of Percival gave her another idea, and a few moments later, she was back on the phone, this time to Richie in the IT department. She got his voice mail.
"Um, hey, Richie, it's Isobel in Procurement Support. Do you happen to know the password to Nikki's computer? She's not in today, and I need to print out some invoices that are due. Thanks."
Every few minutes, she jumped up to peer down the hall to make sure Nikki wasn't on her way in. She saw the bearded man gesticulating angrily at a cowering delivery boy.
He's right, thought Isobel. They should move his desk. And put a nice person in his place.
When the phone finally rang, she grabbed it.
"Richie?"
There was a pause, and then a man's voice with a thick Brooklyn accent said, "I thought you screwed me in the back last time, but this time, you really done it!"