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Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 28, 2012
"He is just in a meeting at the moment, He will not be long. He apologises and asks for you to go straight in to his office Miss Clarke." Said a woman who looked in her thirties. She wore a white coloured and sat a desk which covered the lower half of her body. Black coloured glasses rested on her nose and tucked behind her ears as did the long blonde locks of her hair.
"Thank you. Tell him he can take as long as he needs" Emilia spoke back with a smile. Running her soft hand through her hair she sighed and took a deep breath before turning the handle on a light coloured door which had 'Thomas Samuels' written on it.
The room was medium sized, it had no purpose in being big, although there was another door which Emilia didn't choose to open because she was polite. When the door swung open with her hand, she came to be on the other side of it and closed the opening before sitting down on a black leather sofa. It matched the leggings she wore which was the same colour and material. It stopped short of her ankle, allowing her milky flesh to be seen before beige heels came in to view. Above the waist, Emilia was wearing a fashionable white shirt which was sleeveless. It's button's were black, matching that of the leggings below. In her hands were her car keys and phone which was all she needed at the moment. The rest of her belongings were in her car parked outside.
Crossing one leg over the other, making her leggings become even more tight, Emilia looked around the office she hadn't been in for over a year. Her previous time was with her mother who was suffering with depression, even to this day over the fact her husband had left her for another woman.
Looking around the office, she saw a desk in front of her on the other side of the room. It had a office chair behind it, brown leather material and looked quite expensive. The desk was made of solid oak and must of took at least four men to lift in.
Checking her silver watch on her left wrist, Emilia waited for the man to enter.
"Thank you. Tell him he can take as long as he needs" Emilia spoke back with a smile. Running her soft hand through her hair she sighed and took a deep breath before turning the handle on a light coloured door which had 'Thomas Samuels' written on it.
The room was medium sized, it had no purpose in being big, although there was another door which Emilia didn't choose to open because she was polite. When the door swung open with her hand, she came to be on the other side of it and closed the opening before sitting down on a black leather sofa. It matched the leggings she wore which was the same colour and material. It stopped short of her ankle, allowing her milky flesh to be seen before beige heels came in to view. Above the waist, Emilia was wearing a fashionable white shirt which was sleeveless. It's button's were black, matching that of the leggings below. In her hands were her car keys and phone which was all she needed at the moment. The rest of her belongings were in her car parked outside.
Crossing one leg over the other, making her leggings become even more tight, Emilia looked around the office she hadn't been in for over a year. Her previous time was with her mother who was suffering with depression, even to this day over the fact her husband had left her for another woman.
Looking around the office, she saw a desk in front of her on the other side of the room. It had a office chair behind it, brown leather material and looked quite expensive. The desk was made of solid oak and must of took at least four men to lift in.
Checking her silver watch on her left wrist, Emilia waited for the man to enter.