Penetrated
“Rose, have these done within the hour,” Jarrod dropped a pile of paperwork onto my desk, before adding, “If you can.” “Of course, Sir,” I smiled back at him, taking the papers and filing through them, “It shouldn’t be a problem.” “Good and once you’re done, you can go home. Everyone else has already nicked off,” he walked away drinking the coffee he held in both hands. I sorted the paperwork into three files: financial, bookings and renovations. I plugged in a fan; it was boiling and the AC...
First Time