Her sharp tone cut through me like a knife. I was taken aback—after all, I was just a receptionist. What could I possibly have delayed? Was there an issue with the office supplies, or perhaps a missing memo? I ignored her and moved to my workstation, turning on the computer with a practiced nonchalance.
Maeve's frustration seemed to boil over as she began banging her fist on the front desk. "Amy, are you even listening to me?"
Startled, I looked up with a wooden expression. "Oh, do you need something?"
Maeve's anger was palpable as she seethed, her chest heaving with each breath. Just then, a client emerged from the conference room, looking slightly bewildered. Maeve's eyes flashed with irritation as she barked at me, "Print five copies of the meeting materials I emailed you yesterday. Now!"
Having said that, she quickly composed herself and hurried towards the client. They chatted for a few minutes before disappearing back into the conference room.
Meanwhile, I calmly printed the requested materials. I thought it was no big deal. But didn't she have a printer connected to her own computer?