MCA Lobby; Friday [ 06/26 ].
With most of her things packed and some coffee brewing (and, man oh man, how she missed coffee that you didn't have to constantly worry about their being a finger or a mongoose in it or about hired help taking it and replacing it with dirt! She was resolving never to leave America again, Lord help her), Rachel had settled down at the front desk of the lobby to start sorting through all sorts of paperwork. Probably the most important was, of course, some of the information on her tenants and their rents and which apartments were vacant and it was a damn good thing she had all that experience managing the household in Johannesburg, what with Eeben being a lazy dirtbag slimeball and everything.
Occasionally, she took a moment to cast a wistful glance around the lobby, thinking of all the redecoration she'd like to do. "Boy," she said, making sure to say it outloud because it made her sound all the more professional, "I should probably get another filing cabinet to bring in here."
Occasionally, she took a moment to cast a wistful glance around the lobby, thinking of all the redecoration she'd like to do. "Boy," she said, making sure to say it outloud because it made her sound all the more professional, "I should probably get another filing cabinet to bring in here."