(Elena)
“If you think that you need a personal assistant, you may hire one” I said to both of them, opening the door to dad’s office. It was on the seventh floor but it had a very nice view. To the left, is his desk with a computer, a new laptop, and a new tablet. In front of his desk are two chairs for whomever comes in here. There is also a large sofa.
“Good morning Miss Santos”. Tobias greeted me with a smile.
“Good morning Tobias. Thank you for coming in”, I said, then turned to my dad.
“Dad, this is Tobias. He used to be the administrator here when grandpa was in charge, but he retired. I asked him to come in so he can show you the ropes on how to do things”, I said to dad, who introduced himself to Tobias and shook hands.
“You have your own bathroom and here you can put a su
