Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

She turns. “Don’t ever let the boys deliver it, that’s our job.”

“Okay.” I frown. “Why can’t they deliver it?”

“Because it’s the best fucking perving session ever. My God. There are some hot men upstairs. If we ever let the boys deliver it, they will never give the job back to us.”

I smirk. I like this girl. “Makes sense.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” she asks over her shoulder.

“No.”

Her eyes light up. “Well, you’ve come to the right place to work. This place is hot dick city.”

I laugh out loud. Hot dick city? Who knew there was such a place?

“This room here is hell on Earth.” I look in and see seven large photocopiers all lined up in a row.

“Why?” I frown.

“Because we have to print out and bind the training manuals for level nine.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s the worst. We do that on Wednesdays. We usually all end up fighting, and then we have to go to the pub after work to recover.”

I smile. Even that sounds fun to me.

“So, we do mail every day, making manuals on Wednesdays. Photocopying happens every day, and we have to answer delivery emails, too.”

I frown. “Delivery emails?”

She rolls her eyes. “If the twats upstairs are waiting for a package, they email us to ask where it is.”

I really do like this girl. She reminds me of Elizabeth.

“All right. What else do we do?” I ask.

“We put up with a lot of crap from everyone. Especially Veronica.”

“Where do we start?” I ask.

“We have coffee and toast while we wait for the mail to arrive.”

“Sounds great.” Sounds normal.

* * *

Four o’clock, and I’m pushing the trolley between the desks.

“Hey.” A tall dark and handsome man smiles and leans back in his chair. “The mail cart is especially beautiful today.”

I give him a weak smile. “Thanks.”

“This is Lottie,” Sarah introduces as she hands over the mail. “She’s new, and doing a fab job, I might add.”

If I could be excited, I would be, but I’m too exhausted from pushing this two-hundred pound mail cart around the building for the last three hours.

I have been flirted with, teased, whistled at, befriended, and asked on four drink dates tonight.