The stack of folders that invaded Misha's desk was taller than the last one she had to wrestle with that one day. The Junior Associate had flashbacks of hundreds of portraits and thousands of numerical data she had to flip through and summarize, but the kind lady from the PR team, Ms. Dana Black, quickly informed her that the folders were just a prop, which was puzzling for Misha.
"So what am I supposed to do?" the relieved and confused girl asked.
"Please sit naturally on your chair," Dana patted on the seat.
Not knowing what for, Misha followed anyway.
"Now, here is your coffee," another lady that came with Dana handed over a cup of iced Americano.
"Thank you, and er- what's that?" Misha pointed at a very expensive looking designer bag that Dana was carefully positioning on her desk. Marissa and Veronika stood at distance, glaring.
"Just another prop. But you can keep it. We will take the folders away though," the PR lady smiled.
"It's for me?"
