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eyes
following me through the startling, cool lobby as I advanced towards the large,
marble reception desk.
     
    A
twenty something sour faced woman behind the desk looked me up and down as I
smiled at her. “Olivia Adams to see Mr Peterson, my first day” I grinned at her
but the smile slid off my face as she glowered at me.
    She
picked up the phone mounted on her desk and punched a few numbers in; looking
like she’d been slapped in the face by a wet kipper with a deadly skin
condition, she spoke into the handset, “Olivia Adams for Mr Peterson in reception”
and replaced the receiver.
    “Please
take a seat and someone will be down for you in a short while” she stated and
turned on her seat to the computer monitor, dismissing me abruptly.
     
    As
I sat on one of the plush, white leather couches situated in the foyer, I heard
my phone’s text message alert and took it out of my bag. Swiping the screen, I
saw it was a text from Beth.
     
    Beth:
    Hey
babe, GL 2day, b at urs at 8 with wine
    Love
ya xxx
     
    I
smiled as I sent a short reply, thanking her and told her I needed Haribos too,
lots of them.
     
    A
middle aged woman dressed in a fitted black trouser suit, sporting a sleek
black bob came over to me. Smiling widely she held out her hand, “Miss Adams,
Grace Harrison, one of Mr Peterson’s minions” she winked at me.
    It
was ‘Mrs Adams’ but I didn’t correct her, realising that it didn’t bother me,
in fact it pleased me to think that people here had no knowledge of my past
life.  
     
    Deciding
I already liked her hugely, I gave her a bright smile and extended my hand “Good
morning Miss Harrison, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
     “Call
me Grace, please” she said, “and welcome to NSC Industries, I think we’re going
to have lots of fun working together. Do you want to follow me and I’ll give
you a quick tour on the way up to Mr Peterson’s office?”
     
    Nodding,
I stood and followed her with a bit of a nervous wobble as I took in all the
areas she was revealing on our way up.
    On
entering the elevator she pressed the 44 th floor. “Good Lord” I
asked in horror, “how many floors does this building have?” I asked. I’d never
learn to navigate my way round alone and knew I’d get lost and end up crying
down my phone to Grace to come and rescue me from an unknown location on an
unknown floor.
     
    Because
I’d hastily taken the job, and everything had moved so fast once I’d applied,
I’d not had time to research NSC Industries, which I was now beginning to
regret.  
     
    “50”
she replied, smirking at my white, dismayed face “don’t worry sweetie, we all
shit ourselves on the first day here, you’ll get used to it.”
    I
laughed at her brashness, seeming wrong, such a curse coming from her perfect,
glossed lips. A picture of sophistication, she was very down to earth woman, a
breath of fresh air in such a stiff, formal environment.
     
    As
we stepped out of the elevator on our floor, I took in the huge reception area,
another formal stiff expanse of white leather and abstract art.
    A
woman about the same age as me was situated behind a large, marble desk in the
centre. She was a little hippy-ish with flowing curly blonde hair and a
sweeping floral dress but she looked like she was made for the fashion
statement, which I doubted many females could carry off like she did. 
    She
looked up and gave me a small wave, “Hi, I’m Leah” she declared. “I’m looking
forward to coffee, gossip and lots of calorie consuming with you” she beamed.
    I
beamed back. “Absolutely!” I returned, “I have a passion for all three.”
    “Good
Girl, you’re gonna fit in fine here” she giggled back.
     
    I
turned back to look back at the room and noticed it was a hexagon shape with
other equally large areas branching out on each wall.
    Grace
pointed to each of the regions, informing me what each branch was. “Wages,
general administration, server rooms , conference rooms and in