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.
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?
"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."
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."
"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.