The Nightingale
She/her
Twenty four
November 11
Slateport
Heterosexual
Assistant
executive
Defiance in her flesh, her blood, her bones; written on her soul
Newcomer [lenora]
POSTED ON Jul 23, 2019 0:34:23 GMT
[attr="class","isratalk"] How about no. At least that's what she wants to say but her face stays a well practiced neutral as the other woman speaks. Instead she mentally braces herself for a long morning and prepares to nap in the lunch room for the day because at this rate there is no way she will make it home in time. "Everything is organized for sake of ease." efficiency is the name of the game and Isra has mastered it. She returns to the shared desk and opens the first drawer. She pokes around a moment to allow Lenora a peak at how its laid out. Nothing on top of each other, nothing obstructing access. Most commonly used items towards the front. The desk is much the same. Everything seems to surround the monitor and edges of the desk in a line so she never has to reach over anything. The only things oddly placed are the knickknacks that sit in front of the monitor, a now empty flower vase tacked off to the side. "Easily accessible and within arms reach. However if you prefer it another way you're welcome to it. I'll reorganize it when I come in for the evening."Speaking of, she starts to move items around, shifting them back into the manner that the last secretary preferred them by memory. By the time she is done it will look more like an office desk and less like a work station. Something fit for the face that will welcome people into the office by day. "I don't expect to be catered to, my shift allows me certain freedoms your's might not." almost as an after thought she gestures over her shoulder to the cabinet in the corner. "Cleaning supplies are over there." it's more like an after thought. fingers tap the surface of the desk before moving away from it, gesturing for the blond to sit down and make herself comfortable. "You're welcome to settle in, let me know if there's anything else you might like to have access to. I have most everything you'll need somewhere in the desk." Be it a plethora of pens or her variety of sticky notes Isra has made a point to keep the desk well stocked. Nothing frsutrates her more than running out of things she needs. lenora gray[newclass=.isratalk b]color: #9ed480;[/newclass]
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