First time for everything.
"No problem." That was one thing about being a professional; he knew he
could do it. "Might take a while to get started . . ."
"Good! Good! We want it done right." Dan rubbed his hands together
enthusiastically. He was in his early forties, medium-sized, balding,
energetic. "Let me know if you have any questions. We don't work on
Saturdays. Did Gifford tell you that?"
"Yes."
"Good! I'll get you a door key in case you have to get in here after
hours. We lock the computer room at night."
"Dan, could you come here a moment?"
"Be right there," he called to someone in the corridor. "This is
Oliver, everybody." The women had all been watching them. "Ruth, Edna,
Lillian, Vi." He pointed to each in turn. Oliver smiled four times.
"O.K. gang, let's get to it." Dan walked quickly out of the room,
intent on the next problem. Oliver pulled a yellow pad from his bag and
wrote names on the final page where they wouldn't be seen: Ruth, short
blonde; Edna, happy; Lillian, glasses, bored; Vi, body; Dan; Suzanne.
What a pro, he bragged to himself.
He looked through the manuals and tried to make sense of the system.
The terminals in the computer room were used for data entry--billing
information and payments.
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