â€œHey Madeline,â€ said a voice she dreaded. Jim MacLendon? peered over the cubicle wall. â€œThis damn thing keeps putting page numbers on my title page. Iâ€™ve told it not to do that a hundred times, but it still keeps doing it.â€
â€œHang on,â€ said Madeline, grinding her teeth. â€œIâ€™ll be right there.â€ Jim was hopeless about computers and would never understand the software no matter how many training classes he attended, no matter how many â€œWords for Dummiesâ€ manuals she surreptitiously left on his desk. He was simply incapable of doing the first thing without Madelineâ€™s help.
She rounded the cubicle walls and sat down in front of his computer. â€œMay I?â€ she asked belatedly, as she started to fix the problem.
â€œIâ€™m sure glad youâ€™re around to do this for me,â€ said Jim. â€œIâ€™ll miss you when you get that promotion.â€
â€œIâ€™m sure youâ€™ll be fine,â€ said Madeline. Pictures of Jimâ€™s wife and kids were perched in frames on his desk. A cat clock hung from one wall; it mewed quietly on the hour. A drawing from some three-year-old artist in his family was pinned up on his corkboard. Madeline sniffed. â€œNew art?â€ she said.
â€œYes,â€ said Jim. â€œMy daughterâ€™s drawing of the dog.â€
â€œHmmm. That should do it.â€ She stood and went back to her cubicle.
She returned to her cubicle, just as her phone rang. â€œYes, Madeline Evans speaking.â€ She said into the receiver. â€œYes, Iâ€™ll be there.â€ She checked her image in the small mirror that hung by the coat rack, picked up a legal pad and pencil and headed for the printer.
â€œGood luck,â€ called Jim, unheard as Madeline picked her report off the printer, and headed for the main office.
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