In the office (open)

[reaster]

So, it's the first day back after Christmas.

I'm sitting in my office; paper everywhere; not wrapping paper, either. I'm not a very tidy man. And I don't have any secretarial backup since I started this company.

Then the bell rings, I pick up the entryphone, and it's you, a woman's voice that I've never heard before...

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

"Yes, hello, my name is Sarah Brunstad. I...I read that this company needed a few more secrataries?" The voice is young, strong, but a bit husky with nervousness. "I've been on the line for 15 minutes and they keep switching me around. Do you know who I should talk to?"

 

[reaster]

Your voice makes me sit up in my chair. It's the sort of voice that makes you want to see the speaker's mouth, close up.

"That would be the call centre", I say, "they always mess things up."

I'm trying not to sound too hopeful - "I'm the person you need to speak to. When can you come over?"

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

"Oh, great!" I reply in obvious relief. "Um, are you free this afternoon?" My breath echoes through the line, the heaviness relaying my afore-mentioned annoyance.

 

[reaster]

I look at the files in front of me. None of them seem to be marked "More Urgent Than Interesting Sounding Woman."

I clear my throat. "Er, I'm free at the moment, if you like." And I give you my address.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

"oh!" My grin is almost palpable through the phone-line. "Excellent. Um, can you give me 10 minutes? I'll be there asap. Oh, and thank you so much, sir."

The phone clicks off, and I head over.

 

[reaster]

I stand up, sit down, stand up again, tidy things up, go to the kitchen and clean my teeth.

Why am I so excited?

And then the doorbell. I buzz you in, even before finding out for sure it's you. "Sarah?" I say, "I'll be right down."

I straighten my tie.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

I'm standing barely inside with a satchel over one arm, fiddling with a bracelet on my wrist. My clothing fits well, but in a purely professional manner, though my necklace dips down the collar of my blouse. My long, black hair is pulled back in a clip, showing off an elegant neck attatched to a defined figure.

I clear my throat as I say, "I never got your name, Mr..?"

 

[reaster]

"Turner", I say, but my throat is so dry it barely comes out and I say it again. "Rhys Turner. Please call me Rhys. Did you have a good journey?"

I'm babbling, I tell myself. She - Sarah - this woman with dark, dark hair, this elegant, smart, why am I talking to myself like this? - it's only been ten minutes and I can barely say my own name.

"Please come this way." Our eyes meet, for a moment longer than absolutely necessary.

[OOC: I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to finish this now until tomorrow. I do hope that we can continue this.]

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

A blush spread over my cheeks, highlighting my green eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Turner." I try to stop myself, but my voice comes out lower than I intend, adding a soft quality to my words.

"Um, I brought my resume, and some recommendations...and my old transcript. I, ah, didn't know exactly what you were looking for..."

 

[reaster]

"Be businesslike", I think to myself, but I can't help smiling.

I fumble and drop your paperwork. All over the floor. I bend down to pick it up. "Dont stare at her legs", I tell myself, but I don't have to, because you've bent down too and I'm looking into your eyes as we each reach for the last sheet of paper at the same time, and our hands meet.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Giving a small laugh, I break away quickly, my flush spreading down my chest. "Oh, um, sorry..." I clutch the rest of the papers to my chest. Gosh, he's handsome... Please, oh, please, put me in a different department....unless the look he just sent me is real. I can't help feeling like I want to touch you again.

"W-What exactly are you looking for in a secretary, Rhys--I-I mean, Mr. Turner?"