She assumed that it was internship; somebody must’ve been interested in an environment that relied on them to get the dirty work done. Reports of recommendation were rare because the opportunities were often given to the professionals - those who pledged their loyalty and cooperation to the cause. ( From the beginning to the end with no hesitation, question, or protest. ) The organization had always been strict on selecting their members ever since their establishment, although they were notorious to test an eligible person now and then.
As for Mia, her position within this company was temporary since her own opportunity of testing the waters out was proposed by one of her clients. ( They believed it would “expand her curiosities”, whether or not another go at teamwork would assist her in a mission. ) Despite her doubts, she accepted for the benefit of her reputation and profession around her clients. A few handshakes and exchanged words of pleasantries rewarded the blonde with a beige folder, which contained information on meeting with the “intern”. ( A common joke of a term around the workplace. ) Already, she couldn’t help but to feel a bit of bitterness upon the tip of her tongue; her wisdom was often laced with her callous tone.
However, the mysterious stranger may have accepted their expectations by now.
The familiar aroma of black coffee filled her nostrils as Mia passed by one of the conference rooms, taking little note to grab a cup after the meeting. Most of the employees have gone out, the sounds of typing and many voices overlapping one another ceased for a good while. It allowed her to think without distractions, although she paced around the hallway slowly to pass time. Eventually, it worked; the voice of a young woman grabbed her attention after her second greeting. Her lips remained closed for a brief moment as she quickly glanced over her shoulder. The touch was uninviting and unwanted, yet she was haste to brush it aside. Her shoulders partially relaxed but the corners of her lips were no longer tightened. ( As a matter of fact, Mia was ready to speak right away. )
With the initial terror that comes with being in a new place,
Akira had yet to absorb any sights and sounds. They hit her
like a sledgehammer under the gaze of this woman: coffee,
cigarette smoke, refuse, and men’s cologne permeated
the building. Yet she smelled almost pleasant; Akira could
not define the smell of the blonde other than neutral. As if
she had just stepped out of a shower, but without using any
scented body washes or shampoos.
It is at this juncture, contemplating the connotations of the
word “neutral,” that Akira realizes her name was spoken.
“Oh! Oh yes, that’s me.” Akira’s hand, previously gripping
the woman’s shoulder, pulled nervously at her black pencil
skirt. Was it too short? Too long? She had no idea what to
expect from this place.
“What can I do for you, ma’am?” People in the U.S. used
ma’am to address women of superior standing, right? The
lack of honorifics in this country, at times, still confused
the young telepath.
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