Isabella sighed. "Let's start with the files. I'm thinking that they must have dropped my cabinet or something because none of the paperwork is in the right folder. Let's get those put to rights then we can rearrange this cabinet." She sighed. "I could probably get Micah to move the desk. He's the only person I know that could manage that by himself unless you know someone else? But we can worry about that later."
She picked up a file. "Jesus, I hope this doesn't get out. There's so much client information in these folders! Bank accounts and everything. God."