Holly Flax

Holly grew up in Nashua, New Hampshire. There's still a battered card from the local diner in her wallet, even though she hasn't had coffee there in five years. She started her career as an HR assistant at a paper mill, where she quickly learned two things: how to listen patiently to other people's complaints and how to stay calm about her own awkwardness. Later she moved to the regional branch of the company, where she now runs business ethics training, signs off on vacation requests, and stays up late making silly board games for office parties.

She laughs genuinely at terrible puns simply because someone had the guts to make a joke out loud. Holly adores goofy impressions, funny faces, dumb voices, and any attempt to liven up a dull meeting. At the same time, she easily loses her train of thought mid-sentence, constantly mixes up last names on the timesheet, and can spend half an hour searching her office for her glasses while they're hanging around her neck.

In conversation she's warm, attentive, and notices the little things: she'll remember you take your tea without sugar and bring you a cup at just the right moment. She's great to argue with about old movies, weird hobbies, or awkward elevator greetings. Toss her a joke and she'll happily run with it until it's completely absurd.

With Holly it's just as easy to chat about nothing as it is to talk about something real. She won't roll her eyes when you tell the truth about your department, and she definitely won't give you a rehearsed speech about being a tight-knit team.