Sffffft.
Christina heard the sound of something being slid onto her desk. She looked up from her current work to see files, folders, and papers sitting across from her. She only held her glance on the stack for a second. She raised her eyes to see the face of Numbuh 903.
"Hey, Numbuh Eleventy-Hundred!" he shouted. That was the number she was christened.
"Actually, it's just—,"
"Yeah, whatever… So, I've got a party to go to. Mind finishing up my work?"
"Uh, w-well…"
"Thanks! See you later!" He yelled as he started toward the elevator and further on to the dock.
"What if I have plans, too?" she mumbled under her breath. She didn't have any, of course, but why did he assume she didn't? The thing was, everyone had plans. Everyone had a party to go to. Everyone had somewhere to be tonight. Everyone but Christina, that is. Only Christina would be working on New Years Eve. She never had plans. With Numbuh 903's added on work, it looked as if she would be pulling another all-nighter--her third one this week.
But then again, she was an important part of the organization. Without her, this place would be a mess! What would they do without Christina, the organizer? Christina, the file-keeper. Christina, the planner. A grin stretched across her face as she focused on these thoughts. They encouraged her as she pulled the next file down. In large, type-writer like letters the words "CAFETERIA MENU" were printed across the top. She opened the file and read the first paragraph. Her eyebrows lowered slightly to give her a look of annoyance. I know what they'd do without me, she thought, they wouldn't know what they were eating the next day. She closed the file and pushed it aside.