incendonocturne
A Land Unreachable, with Stone Walls.
- Joined
- May 30, 2018
- Location
- Purgatory
-Even as it was beginning to set in the western sky, the sun shone brightly into the endless array of glass and white of the reception area.
Her heels clicked over the marbled floor as she returned, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a Manila folder in the other as she escorted the girl toward the desk. Setting the lidded cup on the desk, and the folder against her keyboard, she reached for a card and a pen. Silent as she jotted down an address, date and time, she straightened and handed the card to the other girl with a smile.-
“Bring whatever you and Jon discussed was needed for the project and be there at least a half an hour early.”
-her tone soft and professional. The girl smiled and nodded, plucking the card excitedly from Keira’s fingers. She practically bounced out of the building, nearly bowling over the next potential talent that was on his way through the door.
She glanced at the digital clock read-out beside the computer. He was the last appointment of the day that she’d scheduled. Recognizing him from his portfolio, she nodded when he offered his name and appointment time. She grabbed his portfolio and stepped around the desk and around him, indicating for him to follow her.
She could feel his eyes on the seam that ran up the back of her stockings, likely wondering what lay just beneath the hem of her skirt as it swayed with her hips. She’d been running the reception desk for a little over a year now, she was quite used to wandering eyes, both from men that oogled and women that were sizing up the competition, as it were.
Opening a door at the end of the corridor, she stepped to the side to let him into the small waiting area, indicating the white couch for him to sit down, she stepped through another door.-
“Marilyn, your 4pm is here.”
-she informed the woman seated behind her desk. Stepping forward, she handed the woman the Manila portfolio. Quick and efficient, she didn’t linger long before she made her way back out. Offering the man a smile, letting him know that Marilyn would be with him momentarily and then she was gone, his eyes following her until the door closed off his view.
Back at the reception desk, she settled into her chair, crossing her legs beneath the desk. She gathered the folder from the keyboard, as well as a few others she’d set to the side during the day and began the last bit of her work for the day, entering everything into the company database. The man would have had no need to wonder if he were waiting on the couch across from her desk, through the glass of it, he’d have seen the stockings ended in a band of black lace around her thigh, that hid just beneath the hem of her skirt as it shifted with her being seated.-
Her heels clicked over the marbled floor as she returned, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a Manila folder in the other as she escorted the girl toward the desk. Setting the lidded cup on the desk, and the folder against her keyboard, she reached for a card and a pen. Silent as she jotted down an address, date and time, she straightened and handed the card to the other girl with a smile.-
“Bring whatever you and Jon discussed was needed for the project and be there at least a half an hour early.”
-her tone soft and professional. The girl smiled and nodded, plucking the card excitedly from Keira’s fingers. She practically bounced out of the building, nearly bowling over the next potential talent that was on his way through the door.
She glanced at the digital clock read-out beside the computer. He was the last appointment of the day that she’d scheduled. Recognizing him from his portfolio, she nodded when he offered his name and appointment time. She grabbed his portfolio and stepped around the desk and around him, indicating for him to follow her.
She could feel his eyes on the seam that ran up the back of her stockings, likely wondering what lay just beneath the hem of her skirt as it swayed with her hips. She’d been running the reception desk for a little over a year now, she was quite used to wandering eyes, both from men that oogled and women that were sizing up the competition, as it were.
Opening a door at the end of the corridor, she stepped to the side to let him into the small waiting area, indicating the white couch for him to sit down, she stepped through another door.-
“Marilyn, your 4pm is here.”
-she informed the woman seated behind her desk. Stepping forward, she handed the woman the Manila portfolio. Quick and efficient, she didn’t linger long before she made her way back out. Offering the man a smile, letting him know that Marilyn would be with him momentarily and then she was gone, his eyes following her until the door closed off his view.
Back at the reception desk, she settled into her chair, crossing her legs beneath the desk. She gathered the folder from the keyboard, as well as a few others she’d set to the side during the day and began the last bit of her work for the day, entering everything into the company database. The man would have had no need to wonder if he were waiting on the couch across from her desk, through the glass of it, he’d have seen the stockings ended in a band of black lace around her thigh, that hid just beneath the hem of her skirt as it shifted with her being seated.-