“Uh, what’s going on in here?”
Molly’s head snaps up, revealing wide eyes at my sudden intrusion. She glances around my desk, then up to me, shrugging. “I’m sorry. I thought I could help you out since you weren’t charging me to check over my car. You don’t mind, do you?”
“What exactly have you done here?” I ask, folding my arm across my body, using the nail of my thumb to drag across my bottom lip. Her eyes snag on the movement and follow my thumb as I pass back and forth across the pillow.
She looks back down at the desk and gestures across the surface like a TV show host. “I’ve sorted all of your invoices according to the type of expense and then I’ve ordered them further according to when the payment is due. Then there’s been a couple of phone enquiries. I’m sorry, I didn’t know your charges, so I’ve taken messages and told them you would call them back later today. I’ve booked a service and one tire change. I also noticed you have Thursdays blocked off, so I kept that day free.”
She competently rattles off everything she’s accomplished in the hour. I also notice her hair’s wet and she’s in different clothes than when I left, meaning she’s grabbed a shower, too.
What in the actual fuck?
“Are you looking for a job?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can even think about them. But there’s no way I’m taking them back. I need her here. Working with me. If she can do all of that in an hour, imagine what she can get done in a day. I’ll never have to take work home again, nor be interrupted by the phone five thousand times a day.