- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Modern/modern fantasy, horror, low fantasy, futuristic, medieval
Annalise was overjoyed, naturally, at being offered the job, but she was also terrified. One chair in the office was probably more expensive than her entire wardrobe combined and she doubted her new boss would be pleased with her showing up in rags on her first day. Item after item was tossed from her closet onto her bed adding to a pile of clothing that could only be described as a thrift store throwing up on her comforter. Normally, the girl was proud of her ability to stretch a penny farther than anyone thought possible, but now she was regretting shopping at second hand stores just to save a few dollars.There was nothing fashion forward, nothing trendy, and definitely nothing chic enough to fit in with the modern styling of the office.
The focus on thrift store clothing presented another problem: absolutely no fashion sense. It had been years since she stepped foot in a department store and even longer since she had been in a boutique. The thought of going to either one again, and seeing the price tags, was enough to make her chest tighten with anxiety before she calmed herself down with one thought: her new salary.
The offer had been, to put it lightly, generous and she wouldn’t have to worry about money for quite some time, but the penny pinching side of her was screaming to avoid the pricey stores and she was quickly losing the inner battle. Deciding to let Google do the research for her, she did a quick image query for what women were wearing in the office and was pleasantly surprised by the modest necklines, lengths, and styles. In some of the dresses it even looked like they were giving an homage to the fifties’ styles and she could definitely get behind that. Feeling much more confident in her ability to find something pleasing for both her and her employer, she grabbed her debit card and headed out the door. A couple hours later she was struggling to get into her apartment with all the bags dangling off her arm and once everything was hanging in her closet, and she did her nightly routine, she dropped into the bed and quickly fell asleep.
The alarm roused her two hours earlier than her shift the next morning and she quickly bounced from the bed, almost falling flat on her face as she stumbled into the bathroom. After a quick shower, she styled her hair and sat in front of her vanity to tackle the horror of fashion she had made a u-turn from since she was old enough to use it: make-up. No matter how hard she tried she just could not achieve that flawless, airbrushed look she saw in tutorials so she settled for a little tinted moisturizer, to give her face some color, some light pink eyeshadow, mascara, a natural pink gloss, and a hint of blush. It was just enough to enhance her features and not make her look sickly so she supposed it was sufficient. Regardless of what she did, she would pale in comparison to the beauty of the other women in the office so it was pointless to frustrate herself over looking pretty.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, but that made her features look too harsh so she pulled some strands forward to soften her cheeks, a look that, accompanied by glasses, made her look like a librarian, but she supposed there were worse things. Last was the dress: a simple grey affair with a length to the knee, a collared neckline with white lapels, and a slim black belt around her waist that accentuated the petite hourglass figure she happened to think was her best asset. Black heels were the completion to the ensemble along with her white, Michael Kors purse.
A half hour later she was walking into the massive lobby of the building and to the reception desk. Amanda said that he left a message for her to just go up to the floor and start setting up for the meeting that day. A nod was given before she walked off to the elevator, grateful for the ride since it gave her some time to get her thoughts in check. The Murphy meeting was today so she would be expected to set up the meeting room with the documents, snack trays, and writing implements for everyone.
Once she reached the floor she threw herself into her role, using the entire half hour she had, since she had come early on purpose, to arrange everything symmetrically and identically across the whole table. The meeting wasn’t happening for a couple hours, but he had left specific instructions for her to set up so that’s what she did. Task finished, she leaned against the back table and started checking her work e-mail for more things she could plan during the day wanting to surprise her boss with her ambition.