Fi’s desk

When I got back to my team, Fiona, Dave and Suzy were in. Fiona however was running around frantically trying to organise herself.

I tried to sound chirpy; “Morning team! Trust you all had a good weekend.”

“Are you sitting at my desk Gordon?” Fiona liked order. Perhaps being that bit older, she was more set in her ways; she liked what worked for her and tried to keep it that way.

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