She looked around the office and wondered where she should begin. From the top to the bottom, like always, she mumbled to herself. She followed him back to the showroom, and grabbed her supplies taking them to the office she then pushed the vacuum beside the door. She would wait until she was totally done and then load everything up at one time.<br/><br/>She went to the sink and rinsed out her bucket, refilling it with new water and adding cleanser. She went back to the office and soon found herself knocking down cobwebs and cleaning walls, dusting shelves and wondering what she should do with the invoices he had laying about. She most generally didn't like cleaning desks because for the most part, the items there were of more importance than others and sometimes even containing highly private content. She turned looking at the light switch she saw all the signs that this was a fully working garage and chuckled to herself as she saw the greasy fingerprints covering it. She walked over and cleaned it and the doorknob on both sides, while she waited for him to return. She saw him walking towards the office and asked him, "Would you like to move these papers, would you like me to stack them? Leave the desk as is? I don't think you want that." She laughed as she pointed to the grease stain on the edge of his desk. She waited for his response and her attention kept going from the floor to the desk. Those were going to be the most time consuming duties.