Thread: [Reggie and Death] Office Hours.

Selena De Kroes took a deep breath, stepping into the large building. The eighteen years old was not used to being in presence of all the serious looking people with briefcases and cups of Starbucks coffee. Usually, such a thing would make her grin, make a comment about just how cheesy such things were yet at that very moment she was in a state quite similar to awe. The female's heart was pounding against her ribcage at the idea that soon she would be working with these people. Certainly, she would not get to meet any attractive guys, nor did she have much merit in getting the internship in the large company as her father was one of its two owners, but the mere idea of acting like an adult and having her own desk was exciting. Briefly shaking her head, she took a last glance into the mirror and entered the elevator filled with people talking on their cellphones. Unconsciously, the female's hand darted to her head, briefly messing up the rich waves of dark brown hair. No matter how much she hated to admit it, she was stressed. Glancing at her Blackberry, she realized that she was fifteen minutes early and decided to take that time for a last checkup. Changing her target to pass by the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror, closely inspecting herself. She hastily applied a light layer of transparent gloss, refreshed the line of black eyeliner smudged along her upper and lower eyelids and applied her mascara. That done, she studied her clothes that were terribly uncomfortable to the girl used to be wearing jeans and simple tops. Presently, however, she was forced to wear a tight black knee long skirt with cut on the back that clung tightly to her round ass and slender legs, along with a white dress shirt that highlighted her small waistline and flat stomach although prevented her to breathe at the level of her chest from the fear of the button popping. The black leather pumps were growing somewhat uncomfortable, but they were her favorite part of the outfit, making her feel sophisticated and grown - after all, it was hard to achieve with a height of five feet and three and a half inches. Leaving the bathroom, she made her way to the desk she has been assigned. It was far from as good looking as her father's office, where she has been a few times, and the two walls that separated her from everyone else gave little privacy yet everyone had to start somewhere. Her father and her have agreed that she needed experience which would not be gained if she wasn't to be put along with the other employees. Heck, she doubted anyone knew who she was, not even the old man's partner. The first part of the day passed by swiftly. At first, the girl was tutored by a supervisor told what she was supposed to do, how the company functioned and how her real work would start in the afternoon. By the time three o'clock arrived, she was finally granted a half an hour of break. Standing up from the desk, she winced, feeling as though her legs were stuffed with cotton from the prolonged sitting but it did not subdue her enthusiasm. A pleased smile played on her plump lips as she made her way to the room reserved for employees. Entering it, she discovered it to be bigger than she had expected, with a small cafeteria instead of a mere vending machine. Buying herself a fruit salad and a Coke - the two things that seemed to be most edible at the moment, and took a seat at an empty table. Everyone was considerably older than her - the youngest person most likely aged of twenty five or so, but she was certain that she would make acquaintances if not friends. After all, as her father strived her to be, she was a rather bright girl, able to sustain a conversation or simply do as people wanted to please them. Absently chewing on her food, she studied everyone, trying to find at least one attractive face - somewhat of a bad habit.