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“Desiree asked, touching one of the empty cardboard cartons with her toe. “They’ve been here since yesterday. Simon? Michael?”
The two young men turned reluctantly from Simon’s cube, where they’d been consulting. Or maybe just chatting. “I brought some stuff in from home,” Simon said.
She nodded. “Were you planning on taking the boxes home, then?”
“No. Just hadn’t got around to getting rid of them.”
“Well, get rid of them now, please. Flatten them and put them in the break room, and the cleaner will take them out.”
She stood expectantly until he exchanged a speaking glance with his friend and got up, his reluctance obvious, and picked up the cartons. Once she was satisfied, she continued on her way back to her office, her mind returning to its ever-present checklist.
“Rae!” The call came from the reception desk, and she turned, already smiling.
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