Meeting Miss Kinsey Mio

This evening I had to make a pit stop at the office to pick up some papers that I need to look over before my final exam. Good thing I did!
I knew the minute I walked through the door that something was amiss. There was a STRANGER sleeping on the couch and the office was SPOTLESS!

 Something very weird was going on.

 At first I thought I must be in the wrong place.  My desk was moved and there were books organized neatly on the bookshelves.

 Here lay the stranger.

Wait just a MINUTE! This is my office! Who was it and why was she here?

 Hmm, how does one go about waking someone up?

 Just then she opened her eyes and asked who I was.
"Umm, isn't that a question I should be asking?"
"Oh, yes, I am Kinsey," she said. "If you are Isabelle, then I am your new personal assistant."
"Personal assistant?" I queried.
"Or secretary, if you prefer."

 "You hired me a few weeks ago from the internet," Kinsey informed me.
Suddenly memories came flooding back of the credit card fiasco. I do not exactly remember hiring a secretary but I wouldn't put it past me.  Oh well. "Great to meet you, Kinsey. I love how you cleaned up the office."

 Kinsey showed me how she had organized the office and had changed it for better flow.

 I could not help thinking that it did seem to be more logical. I think I am really warming up to the idea of my own assistant.

 "I met Bessie earlier. She told me that there are no hotels here. Perhaps I could just camp here at the office until I can find some suitable accommodations?"
"Nonsense," I said briskly. "You can stay at my house until we work something out. I am exhausted and I bet you are as well. Let's grab a pizza and we can talk over dinner."
"Sounds good to me!" Kinsey retrieved her small suitcase as I pushed all my papers into my bag.

 And off to my house we went.

Cheerio,
Isabelle