At under five feet tall, Fiona the bookkeeper may be easy to miss in a crowd—but ignore her at your peril, especially if you’ve misplaced a receipt. With the precision of a Swiss watch, sharp eyes of a hawk, but the gentleness of your grandma, she can reconcile a bank account, bake a cake, and knit you a jumper without ever standing on a stool. Her coworkers know the drill: mess up the petty cash, and she’ll silently slide a spreadsheet across your desk—along with a lemon meringue cheesecake, just to soften the blow. She’s a one-woman accounting department who moonlights as a baking ninja and wields knitting needles like weapons of coziness.