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I managed to turn the doorknob slightly while pushing against the door with my hip. The door swung open and I tumbled forward, dropping several of the binders.
     
    “Shoot!” I shouted, an aversion to curse words instilled in me from years bible school training and parents who threatened to put a bar of soap in my mouth. I quickly plopped the remaining binders on the nearest table and leaned down to pick up the dropped papers. I breathed a sigh of relief that all of the papers remained close to their respective binders and I was able to reassemble them quickly.
     
    I looked around the library in awe. It reminded me of the library from Beauty and the Beast, with high walls of books, and small spiral staircases on either side of the room. The ceiling was painted with a beautiful mural of the sun and clouds on one side, growing darker and turning into a clear night sky with the moon and twinkling stars on the either. I looked around, wishing I had time to explore and look through all the books. If I lived here, I would spend every day in this library, reading a new book , I thought to myself.
     
    I lay all the binders out on the table in front of me and stared at them for a moment as the panic rose inside of me. I had no idea what Mr. Harrison was looking for and I didn’t know anything about his advertising business or his clients. I was so far out of my element. Maybe my parents had been right. Maybe I was better suited for a simpler life.
     
    As soon as the thought entered my head, I knew it was wrong. That life was not for me. I would do whatever I needed to do to prove that to myself, to Mr. Harrison, and to my parents. I took a deep breath and opened the first binder.
     
    The first client was a company that made fancy yogurts and wanted to expand their market. The binder contained a lot of research that Harrison Media had done regarding yogurt consumption, people’s attitudes regarding yogurt, statistics on yogurt sales, and focus groups on possible ad campaigns. I quickly read over all the materials, and once I was done the task no longer seemed so daunting. I organized the materials in order of logic and importance, with the client overviews first and then each ad campaign together  with the various statistics that supported each one.
    I flew through the rest of the binders, learning about Harrison Media’s various clients, which included a high-end fashion company, a small vineyard, and a new artisanal food company, among others. I found myself excitedly reading through each binder, drinking in the information and creating a story in my head for each client as I read. Once I had that story, organizing the information was easy.
     
    Within a few hours, I had reorganized all the binders. I felt a sense of satisfaction as I surveyed my work. I felt confident that Mr. Harrison would be pleased with what I had done. I gathered up the binders and carefully walked down the hall again until I reached his office. I knocked gently on the door.
     
    “Who is it?” His deep, sharp voice called out curtly.
     
    “It’s Grace,” I replied meekly, opening the door slightly. “I finished the binders.”
     
    I saw Mr. Harrison hunched over his desk. His hair looked disheveled and his face, which had looked so strong and confident earlier, had a crumpled look to it. “I told you to leave them outside,” he spat at me, clutching something in his hand. “Never open that door unless I give you permission.” His eyes flashed angrily as he spoke, crumpling whatever he had been holding.
     
    I stumbled backwards under his angry gaze, feeling the blood run out of my face as he stood and slammed his fist against the table. I quickly placed the binders on the chair nearest to the door and started backing out of the room.
     
    “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I stuttered. “I’ll leave immediately.”
     
    “No. You will stay.” His voice was commanding, cold.
     
    I stopped in my tracks, unsure of