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The rules in this new office weren't as strict as her previous job, but they were still enforced with an iron fist. Personal touches dotted each cubicle, whether photographs tacked to the walls or cups emblazoned with "World's Best Dad"; a few people even kept little potted plants. It was a better environment for work than many places she'd been before, and had played a major part in Cremia's interest for the position.
She'd been there for approximately a month, learning the ropes and meeting people, and all had seemed well. Of course, this changed about a week or so into her employment when she met her employer for the first time. She'd thought him terribly attractive, and attempted to quash that sentiment. Only now did she realize how little success she'd had in that venture.
Cremia swallowed her nerves, eyeing her boss' door apprehensively. What if he disapproved? Would she be fired? She had barely been meeting rent for a while now, which meant she really couldn't afford to be fired. Deep inside though, she knew it would irritate her and her work would suffer if she didn't tell him. It might result in her being fired either way, so it was better to bite the bullet and hope for the best, surely?
She straightened the pencils on her desk, smoothed down the front of her skirt, and stood up. The office was fairly empty now, given it was getting rather late. Most people left as soon as the "official" work day ended, while she'd made it a habit to stay behind and avoid the rush. That much was a small comfort now; it meant there were less people to stare at her as she approached the suddenly ominous-looking door that separated the workers from their employer.
Knock, knock, knock on the door.
She pressed her weight against it, peering round the door with a guilty expression on her face. "Good evening, sir... I was wondering if I could talk to you about something, it's… sort of important." She slipped inside almost without waiting for his response, twisting softly at the bottom of her shirt as she stood and faced him. She could feel her cheeks burning.
She'd been there for approximately a month, learning the ropes and meeting people, and all had seemed well. Of course, this changed about a week or so into her employment when she met her employer for the first time. She'd thought him terribly attractive, and attempted to quash that sentiment. Only now did she realize how little success she'd had in that venture.
Cremia swallowed her nerves, eyeing her boss' door apprehensively. What if he disapproved? Would she be fired? She had barely been meeting rent for a while now, which meant she really couldn't afford to be fired. Deep inside though, she knew it would irritate her and her work would suffer if she didn't tell him. It might result in her being fired either way, so it was better to bite the bullet and hope for the best, surely?
She straightened the pencils on her desk, smoothed down the front of her skirt, and stood up. The office was fairly empty now, given it was getting rather late. Most people left as soon as the "official" work day ended, while she'd made it a habit to stay behind and avoid the rush. That much was a small comfort now; it meant there were less people to stare at her as she approached the suddenly ominous-looking door that separated the workers from their employer.
Knock, knock, knock on the door.
She pressed her weight against it, peering round the door with a guilty expression on her face. "Good evening, sir... I was wondering if I could talk to you about something, it's… sort of important." She slipped inside almost without waiting for his response, twisting softly at the bottom of her shirt as she stood and faced him. She could feel her cheeks burning.