Gina squirmed in her seat. You would think they'd make office chairs a little more comfortable. People have to sit in them for hours on end after all. But no, the chair they had assigned her was beyond uncomfortable. She subtly glanced at the man at the other desk. Now HE had a comfortable-looking office chair. Rather than the orange monstrosity that Gina was subjected to, his was sleek, black, full of cushioning and support. Gina sighed enviously, and went back to her task.
Despite the lack of decent back support, this really was an ideal job for her right now. It fit around her school schedule well, and it really was quite easy. All she had to do was input the data from the hard copies onto the computer. If there wasn't something recent to input, she worked on the back-files. It was a job that was practically hand-tailored for her.
Wrapped once more into the monotony of data entry, she didn't notice the man glance her way. She was an interesting one, this Gina Burbage. She had a menial task, a horrible chair, and a below-average pay, and yet she didn't complain once. He would have to keep an eye on her. The quiet ones were always the most dangerous.
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