Wildest Dreams. ~ Siona.
Fiona struggled to keep up with the busybody that was giving her, two men, and another woman who Fiona assumed were interns too, a very hasty tour of the Univision studio. This was the start of her career, and she was excited to dive in. She looked around and took in everything; in a year, she'd be running the place, or she'd die trying.
After shaking what felt like a hundred hands and seeing a bunch of faces she'd already forgotten, the busybody took Fiona and her fellow interns into an elevator. "And now you get to meet the man who actually counts," she said, cracking a smile for the first time in the two hours she'd been running the orientation. One of the men chuckled and readjusted his tie. "Looks like it's time be a brown noser!" Everyone in the elevator laughed except for Fiona, who managed to shoot the man a fake closed mouth smile. He'd made a ton of wiseass comments in their short time around each other, and Fiona hoped they didn't work anywhere near each other. "He's someone you should definitely emulate. He's all of, what, 22? And is top dog. There are men twice his age here who work under him. He could tell them to get on their knees and shine his shoes and they'd do it." Fiona furrowed her brow. Great. Her new boss would probably be some pretentious know-it-all who'd make her work her ass off for very little to gain.
The elevator bell made a "DING!" sound and the doors opened, revealing a large office with all white furniture. It made Fiona nauseous. "Jesus Christ," she said as they followed the busybody off of the elevator. "This dude's no fan of subtly, eh?" The busybody giggled and shook her head. "This isn't his office, I guess everyone on this floor is off for the day. Usually, this room is packed." Everyone followed her down a hall to another room with glass doors. "This is his office." She punched a code into a screen on the wall and the door unlocked. The busybody, whose name Fiona couldn't remember for the life of her, opened the door and let everyone in. The office was a lot less nauseating than its proceeder, it was actually a bit charming. The furniture was classic, a nice mahogany and black theme, but Fiona noticed sports memorabilia and such on the walls. She laughed to herself and put her attention back on the busybody. "Hm, it seems he's not here," she said, looking around. "Could someone let Mr. C know his interns are here to meet him?" she snapped on a walkie. Fiona held in another laugh, loving how anxious the busybody was at everything not being perfect. Then, almost instantly, her eyes lit up. "Sorry about that, Harold from Sanitation bet that he could beat me at a round of pool, I had to make him eat those words," a voice boomed from behind them. Fiona smirked and turned around. Her smirk disappeared when she saw who was standing in front of her.
