The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 60

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 60: He found out that Leslie would claim hair dressers appointments before every out of town meeting a business expenses.

He found out that Leslie would claim hair dressers appointments before every out of town meeting a business expenses. As he worked with Linda to understand the system and even went over a few of the pas reports, James began getting a feel for the people he would be dealing with. 

“I’m sure you are more than competent,” Linda told him.  “But for the first few weeks I’ll need to double check things before they go to Mr. Lewis to sign.”

“I understand,” James replied.  And he did.  He would have double checked a new hire’s work as well, even if well trained and trustworthy, it was a new system and there were always details to figure out and questions that arose. 

She left him with a schedule.  “My office is right next door, first door on the right as you leave your office,” she told him.  Don’t hesitate to stop by.  Oh, and if no one mentioned it, the bathroom is at the end of the hall next to the staff kitchen.  There is a fridge there to stash your lunch if you aren’t eating out.”

“Nice,” James said.  “I brought a bagged lunch today.  I figured if I’d have it if I needed it, but it wasn’t anything special if I decided to go out.”

“Always a good bet,” Linda said nodding.  “Going out for lunch is usually pretty difficult.  All of the restaurants around here tend to be sit down places that take far longer to serve you than your lunch break allows or they are fast food places.  They are generally swamped at lunch time so if you want to go then either have an early or a late lunch.  Otherwise you’ll end up sitting in lunch for your entire break and then eating while working.”

“Something to remember,” James said. 

“It at least keeps me from having daily French fries,” she said with a shrug. She stood up and moved the secondary chair back to its place along the wall.  When it was out of the way she straightened her sleeves and moved towards the door.

“Oh and James,” she said.  “Welcome aboard. We are all very relieved to finally have the position filled.”

“I’m guessing you had to temporarily fill in with the absence?”

“I did,” she confirmed as she opened the door.  “And it is a happy day for me to pass the extra work back onto someone else’s shoulders.”

“Well I am happy to have the job,” he told her.

Linda nodded and smiled and left his office.  James looked at the files and decided that before he sunk into them too deeply, he would go ahead and move his lunch to the fridge.  His sandwich was basically a pile of cold cuts and cheese on sliced bread.  The mustard he planned to use was kept in a separate container so the bread wouldn’t go soggy before he could eat it.  He was proud he even remembered to add a plastic knife to go with it.  While the lunch bag game with assorted plastic containers, including the small one he was using for his mustard, a container he thought was meant or salad dressing, it also came with a thermos.  Realizing he did like a beverage with his meal he filled it with tap water. 

James gathered his bag and thermos and moved to the office door.  ‘At least it will be cold tap water by lunch time,’ he decided.   James opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

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