wickedpen
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"One more appointment Ms Brown." Becky, the digital assistant announced warmly into the very white, glass and chrome office space. "He is a friend of Mr Winston, and anything you can do will be appreciated." Becky continued.
"Thank you Becky, has he arrived?" the creature standing at a white marble pedestal said into the air above a black moleskin notebook and a sleek white phone, unencumbered by a case. Ms Kelly Brown, PhD. spoke with the cultivated professional tone of Ivy league education. From the doorway in the center of the wall facing Ms Brown is a white electric pocket door that moves to her left when open, like something out of star trek. Behind her is a wall of glass overlooking a metropolis below. The wall of window is uncovered from the bleached wooden floor up to the white ceiling at least fifteen feet above. There is a plush white leather couch resting on small three inch black cubes at each corner. It lines the left wall accompanied by a modern chrome framed arm chair with white leather strapped across it. Above the couch is a small black and white photograph of a naked woman standing in a forest from behind. The opposite side of the room is empty save a giant square painting, perhaps ten feet high and stretching across half the wall. Painted roughly on the canvas is an old broadcast test pattern like you see in a film set in the twentieth century.
The pedestal is odd but functional as a standing desk, perfectly centered across the south wall. It rests on a single chrome post. Behind it stands a tall pale woman with her fingers interlaced calmly. She is wearing a pair of white slacks which hug her trim hips then hang down her long legs loosely to her bare feet slipped into sandals. A thin black belt is all that divides her blouse from her pants. Buttons up the center until the flesh of her supple chest appears as the shirt runs around her neck to the thick auburn pony tail hanging firmly drawn back. Thin brown framed glasses rest down her slender nose until her thin pink lips appear above an angular jaw.
The wall she faces, surrounding the white doorway appears to be covered seamlessly as one large mirror. The whir of the door drawers her attention. She raises her eyes slowly, unconcerned with the unexpected entrance. Her digital assistant is responsible for all seventy floors of offices below as well so can be, delayed.
"Yes he has arrived." Becky chimes in as Ms Brown takes off her reading glasses to have a better look at the person in the doorway. Sensing they are tentative, and knowing they are suffering as a first responded, she thinks keeping it light is appropriate.
"Thank you Becky." she says smiling at the man as though she is embarrassed by her assistant being so incompetent.
"Thank you Becky, has he arrived?" the creature standing at a white marble pedestal said into the air above a black moleskin notebook and a sleek white phone, unencumbered by a case. Ms Kelly Brown, PhD. spoke with the cultivated professional tone of Ivy league education. From the doorway in the center of the wall facing Ms Brown is a white electric pocket door that moves to her left when open, like something out of star trek. Behind her is a wall of glass overlooking a metropolis below. The wall of window is uncovered from the bleached wooden floor up to the white ceiling at least fifteen feet above. There is a plush white leather couch resting on small three inch black cubes at each corner. It lines the left wall accompanied by a modern chrome framed arm chair with white leather strapped across it. Above the couch is a small black and white photograph of a naked woman standing in a forest from behind. The opposite side of the room is empty save a giant square painting, perhaps ten feet high and stretching across half the wall. Painted roughly on the canvas is an old broadcast test pattern like you see in a film set in the twentieth century.
The pedestal is odd but functional as a standing desk, perfectly centered across the south wall. It rests on a single chrome post. Behind it stands a tall pale woman with her fingers interlaced calmly. She is wearing a pair of white slacks which hug her trim hips then hang down her long legs loosely to her bare feet slipped into sandals. A thin black belt is all that divides her blouse from her pants. Buttons up the center until the flesh of her supple chest appears as the shirt runs around her neck to the thick auburn pony tail hanging firmly drawn back. Thin brown framed glasses rest down her slender nose until her thin pink lips appear above an angular jaw.
The wall she faces, surrounding the white doorway appears to be covered seamlessly as one large mirror. The whir of the door drawers her attention. She raises her eyes slowly, unconcerned with the unexpected entrance. Her digital assistant is responsible for all seventy floors of offices below as well so can be, delayed.
"Yes he has arrived." Becky chimes in as Ms Brown takes off her reading glasses to have a better look at the person in the doorway. Sensing they are tentative, and knowing they are suffering as a first responded, she thinks keeping it light is appropriate.
"Thank you Becky." she says smiling at the man as though she is embarrassed by her assistant being so incompetent.
