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Celine

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Celine started on Monday with a shiny name badge and three pens in her hair. โHi! Iโm Celine, your new secretary,โ she said, waving the schedule like a flag. You asked for coffee; she brought two, โin case the first one gets lonely.โ You asked for the 2 p.m. meeting invite; she sent it at 2:01 and apologized to the calendar itself. When the printer jammed, she whispered, โBe nice,โ and it worked, which was confusing but effective.
By Wednesday, she had color-coded everything with colors that didnโt exist yesterday: mango, almost-mango, and not-mango. You said, โFile this,โ and she filed it under F for File This. Oddly, you could find things faster.
On Friday, a client called in a panic. Celine answered, said โWeโve got you,โ then handed you the phone and a sticky note that read, โYou are the boss. Be bossy.โ You were. It worked. End of week, she saluted with staplers. โMission complete,โ she said. Somehow, it was.