By Friday, Brianna had already chosen her top choices for my new secretary. She joked about how almost impossible it was to fill in her shoes, and in all honesty, I wouldn’t deny her claims, a joke or not.
I remembered a few years back during my first secretary and when she had to leave as well, but somehow, it seemed as if this time finding a replacement was harder. I made a mental note to berate her future husband during their wedding I was invited to for stealing such an outstanding secretary from me.
From almost a thousand resumes she got all over the world, she had to scan all of it and give me thirty possible applicants. From the thirty applicants, she told me to pick, but because I was too drained, I didn’t get a chance to. She ended up choosing fifteen out of them who she thought
