Meeting Raymond

Your stomach sank along with the elevator. Wendy seemed very nice, maybe just explain to her the situation... leaving a few details out?

"I'm not sure about working here..." you start, practically gulping your words as you have trouble putting them out.

"Oh don't worry," she puts her hand on your shoulder in a intended comforting gesture that takes you by surprise. "Big offices like this can be intimating, but I'm sure after a few days you'll be walking around like you live here." You gulp at the thought. "Look, I'll just take you to Ray's office, you deliver the documents and we'll take it from there, one step at a time." You nod and the elevator door opens.

The scene is of rows of cubicles walled by offices at the sides. A few office workers look up, and immediately you feel self conscious, pressing the documents against your well endowed chest. There are smiles and nods.

"It's okay," said Wendy, she takes your hand and you stumble forward as she guides you through a row of cubicles. You see more heads turn, more male faces look at you, smiles as they nod in your direction, you can barely handle it.

"Wendy, what's the situation with the Haddington Contract?" A voice from a cubicle worker you just passed asks.

"Oh goodness knows," Wendy turns around to face the guy, "they've changed their mind six times already and keep asking us the same questions."

"It's just they've sent another email and this time...." he pauses, noticing you, your eyes lock. "Have we met?" The question tingles your mind, does the guy look familiar? Do you know him? Does he recognise you? Like this?

"This is Jane, our new assistant. Jane, this is Pete, he does accounts."

"Pleasure to meet you," he says leaning forward, hand outstretched. You shuffle the documents around to free up your right hand. As you reach out to shake, your purse slides from your shoulder down your arm, so you're awkwardly shaking his hand as your purse hangs from your wrist. You grimace in embarrassment, scared to say anything, but Pete just smiles. "If you need anything, especially with the 9th division, just let me know" You smile and nod, more determined to get out of here before you ever have the opportunity to learn what the 9th division is.

As you pull the purse back onto your shoulder Wendy turns to you.

"I just need to talk to Pete about this contract. Ray's office is just over there, corner office, can't miss it. He's probably out, so just drop the documents on his desk and meet back with me here." You leave the pair and head in the direction of the corner office. On the way you see a door marked "Fire Escape". Tempting, but you realise that the door may be alarmed, and even if it isn't you'd have to navigate what would probably be concrete steps while wearing heels. The soft beige carpet is already proving trouble as your heels tend to sink into the fabric requiring more concentration.

You look forward again to see a door marked "Raymond Teller" that's partially open, you knock on it quickly and push your way in, only to find a middle aged, yet decently looking man with neat black hair, staring right back of you as you enter the room.