“I’ll get that for you right away, Chloe.” Rick rooted through the papers on his desk much like a pig roots through mud. There was a shuffling sound as he quickly processed all that was there. Chloe stood silently, irked that her secretary was less organized than she. After all, whoever heard of a secretary whose “Urgent” box was only for those papers that could wait a few days? One had to put it on his chair to get anything done at all. When it became obvious that Chloe’s notes were nowhere to be seen, she said with the calm that comes before the storm,
“Forget it, Rick, I can remember most of it anyway.”
The secretary looked up apologetically, feeling full well there was going to be a hurricane ahead. “I’m so sorry, Chloe.” He flashed her one of his brightest smiles, hoping it would be enough shelter for him.