at.”
Double shite! She was scary smart.
She grinned at me and looked at the time again. “I have to jet. I'll be back in a couple hours. Until then, if you can listen to the tracks, make sure we don't have any other mixups, and write down everything you can remember about your meetings with her. I'll catch up with you after my classes.”
I tried one last time. “I really don't think I'm the right person for this.”
She waved it off as she stood. “Nonsense, you've already helped more than you know.”
That's what I'm a afraid of. I waved as she left.
I turned to the computers. I've really buggered thing up this time hadn't I? I couldn't help myself and found myself listening to all of Mindy's music they had gathered. I loved her creations. I wound up cranking the music and went about organizing the office space. Fran may be smart, but she was sort of an office slob... and I kind of liked that. It made her more of a real person to me.
I couldn't help myself when I flopped two tracks and shuffled one of them to the other side of a gap. It was bugging me that they were out of order. It couldn't hurt right?
I lost myself in organizing the office and absently typing out a description of Mindy as I daydreamed about her face.
Chapter 5 – Layers
The next couple weeks were about the same. Mindy got a good chuckle over the whole thing and suggested that I lead them on a merry chase. She's such a bad one. Of course I agreed, I'd do anything for her. I felt guilty taking their money when I had the answer they were looking for but would never tell. So I would take part of my days to organize everyone's offices whenever I could.
I was listening to the latest Phantom Melody that Bear had stripped out of a track from a month back when June came up the stairs to the now finished space. She grinned over at Fran and me, grabbed a rolling chair, and scooted backwards until she was close to us. She gave a big, final push and rolled right between us, the chair bumping the desktop.
I asked in a tiny voice as she just regarded me, “Hi?”
She had her head cocked, scrutinizing me. “Why are you doing it?”
What? Bloody hell, she knew.
She sighed. “You don't need to be organizing everyone's desks. They are all complaining that they are more efficient now and are getting more work done in the day. They are allergic to productivity and you have them all breaking out with severe cases of it.” The corners of her mouth were twitching as she restrained a smile.
I relaxed, exhaled, and shrugged. “I'm not any use to you here, I don't know why you keep me around. So I figure I should do something to earn my pay.” Then I admitted in a whisper with a blush, “And I can't handle seeing a disorganized mess and not do something about it. It makes me twitchy.”
Fran aborted an explosive laugh. “She arranges my pencils by size.”
June did grin this time, a toothy grin that lit up her face. She looked back and asked offhandedly, “Hey Squirrel, how may steps to the stairs?”
I answered before I slapped my hands over my mouth, “Five here in the dormer then twelve to the steps.”
The smile she gave me was warm and accepting as she slowly nodded. She pushed back and spun in the chair lazily as it rolled back across the space. “Keep up the good work.” She hopped up and wander back to the stairs and paused at them as her brow suddenly furrowed.
She looked back. “Play that again.” She had an odd look on her face.
Fran looked at her and started the single verse of the phantom track.
Then June asked, “The one before that?”
Fran played it and June started humming a familiar tune that haunted my dreams that I could never hold onto when I woke. She stopped then just shook her head with a smile and disappeared down the stairs.
Fran was squinting after her. “I hate it when she does that.”
I tilted my head. “Does what?”
She
Double shite! She was scary smart.
She grinned at me and looked at the time again. “I have to jet. I'll be back in a couple hours. Until then, if you can listen to the tracks, make sure we don't have any other mixups, and write down everything you can remember about your meetings with her. I'll catch up with you after my classes.”
I tried one last time. “I really don't think I'm the right person for this.”
She waved it off as she stood. “Nonsense, you've already helped more than you know.”
That's what I'm a afraid of. I waved as she left.
I turned to the computers. I've really buggered thing up this time hadn't I? I couldn't help myself and found myself listening to all of Mindy's music they had gathered. I loved her creations. I wound up cranking the music and went about organizing the office space. Fran may be smart, but she was sort of an office slob... and I kind of liked that. It made her more of a real person to me.
I couldn't help myself when I flopped two tracks and shuffled one of them to the other side of a gap. It was bugging me that they were out of order. It couldn't hurt right?
I lost myself in organizing the office and absently typing out a description of Mindy as I daydreamed about her face.
Chapter 5 – Layers
The next couple weeks were about the same. Mindy got a good chuckle over the whole thing and suggested that I lead them on a merry chase. She's such a bad one. Of course I agreed, I'd do anything for her. I felt guilty taking their money when I had the answer they were looking for but would never tell. So I would take part of my days to organize everyone's offices whenever I could.
I was listening to the latest Phantom Melody that Bear had stripped out of a track from a month back when June came up the stairs to the now finished space. She grinned over at Fran and me, grabbed a rolling chair, and scooted backwards until she was close to us. She gave a big, final push and rolled right between us, the chair bumping the desktop.
I asked in a tiny voice as she just regarded me, “Hi?”
She had her head cocked, scrutinizing me. “Why are you doing it?”
What? Bloody hell, she knew.
She sighed. “You don't need to be organizing everyone's desks. They are all complaining that they are more efficient now and are getting more work done in the day. They are allergic to productivity and you have them all breaking out with severe cases of it.” The corners of her mouth were twitching as she restrained a smile.
I relaxed, exhaled, and shrugged. “I'm not any use to you here, I don't know why you keep me around. So I figure I should do something to earn my pay.” Then I admitted in a whisper with a blush, “And I can't handle seeing a disorganized mess and not do something about it. It makes me twitchy.”
Fran aborted an explosive laugh. “She arranges my pencils by size.”
June did grin this time, a toothy grin that lit up her face. She looked back and asked offhandedly, “Hey Squirrel, how may steps to the stairs?”
I answered before I slapped my hands over my mouth, “Five here in the dormer then twelve to the steps.”
The smile she gave me was warm and accepting as she slowly nodded. She pushed back and spun in the chair lazily as it rolled back across the space. “Keep up the good work.” She hopped up and wander back to the stairs and paused at them as her brow suddenly furrowed.
She looked back. “Play that again.” She had an odd look on her face.
Fran looked at her and started the single verse of the phantom track.
Then June asked, “The one before that?”
Fran played it and June started humming a familiar tune that haunted my dreams that I could never hold onto when I woke. She stopped then just shook her head with a smile and disappeared down the stairs.
Fran was squinting after her. “I hate it when she does that.”
I tilted my head. “Does what?”
She
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