"Where is all my stuff?" Isabella said as she walked over and opened the liquor cabinet, which was filled with her father's favorite brand of scotch. She hated scotch, but that was beside the point. It was all she needed to know exactly who was behind this.
She shut the door and looked at the new filing cabinets, feeling her heart sink. Isabella had her own filing system, she always had, and she doubted that whomever had done this had been able to follow it. She walked over warily and opened the top drawer. Maybe it would be filed in a way that would be easy for her to fix? Something alphabetical maybe...
One look inside shot that theory all to hell. "Christ," she said, picking up a Wozniak folder that was filed neatly next to Channing and neither o them had the paperwork that matched the name inside of them. "They've fucked up my files." She opened the next drawer, and then one more. "And half of them are missing!"
"Oh dear," Daphne said as she made her way over to Isabella's desk to poke and prod at the large desk. She opened a cabinet and winced. "Here are the rest of them, darling," she said as she pulled a few plastic bags out that were filled with files.