She shook her head. That answer made no sense to her. "Bring that chair over," she said, indicating a chair on the right, "and we'll begin."
I know she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly I picked up on the software they used. It wasn't brain surgery. I held myself back a little, maybe a lot, because I was afraid she might be spooked by my intelligence and instinctive abilities.
While she was away, I completed all of the work she had set aside and answered five phone calls, two of which Mr. Dolan was waiting for. He asked me to get back to each of the other three and was on the final call when Michele returned. She looked over what I had done and then looked up at the clock.
"I don't understand how you got all that inventory done this quickly and wrote those letters, too."
"Computers aren't such a mystery," I said.
"I don't mean the computer." She seemed suspicious and even a little resentful, and jealous.
