Isabel stared at the giant cart piled with files.
"This is it?" she asked the sweating secretary.
"Oh no," the secretary replied. "This is the first one. There is five more downstairs I need to bring up to you."
"Five?" she asked, feeling dizzy.
"That's right," the secretary replied. "You just want the active employee files, right? Because if you want information on all the terminated employees it might be better for you to come downstairs. I'm not sure all the files will fit in your office."
"No, no, just the active employees," Isabel answered in a daze.
"Thank God," the secretary said.
With a sigh, Isabel sat in her creaky desk chair and reached for the first stack of files. She paged through a few files, quickly realizing that they were all organized the same. First came the
