Once they had chosen their colors and been moved to salon chairs next to each other as their hands soaked in warm soapy water, Aubrey finally began her tale of woe.
Apparently, some unidentified person in the office had mixed up which manuscripts were supposed to go where and three she wasn't supposed to do ended up in the basket on her desk. Being the diligent worker she was, she ended up going through all of them like usual before the mistake was caught.
Since nobody knew who had made the mix-up (and the culprit was too afraid to come forward once the boss got angry), Aubrey had to take the heat for it. Her boss yelled at her for a solid fifteen minutes and it took everything in her not to cry at work.
"How was it my fault that the manuscripts got mixed up? I was following procedure! I work on whatever ends up on my desk!" she finished irately. "If I ever find out who did this, I'm going to scratch their face."
