Jones (3)

I arrive at work as excited as a flea.

I start printing out the files and brochures we've been making for months now.

Henry joins me and puts an arm around my shoulders in greeting. He quickly removes the jacket from his midnight blue suit and loosens his black tie, rolling up his sleeves.

"Okay, Lulu. Tell me what I can do to make it go faster."

I push him away with one hand as he begins to lean over the pile of freshly printed papers:

"You're not touching anything! You'll ruin my organization. Instead, open the folder on my computer and go through the documents and statistics!"

Henry gives me a big smile and runs to stand behind my desk. I hear him furiously clicking, then silence.

I look up at him as I bind the last few sheets of paper together.

Henry is as excited as I am. His concentration is at its peak, and I know his photographic memory is taking over by the way his pupils start to move.

I finally put the documents on my table and