“Susan, where did you put the mail?” Mrs. Bartlett looks around her desk, not looking very happy, and Susan sighs.
“Let me check…” She starts looking around her desk and then around Mrs. Bartlett’s desk, but she can’t find anything.
“Did you collect it from reception when you came in this morning?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and she thinks of an excuse as fast as she can.
“I’m sorry! I’m not feeling too great. I forgot. I will quickly fetch it.” She turns on her heel and rushes over to the lift.
Mrs. Bartlett told her to do it, and this morning she was just so late, she completely forgot about it. This is turning into a terrible day. Mrs. Bartlett has been complaining about everything! If it wasn’t her tea that tasted funny, Susan forgot about the mail.
“Why can’t they just go paperles
