Thank her and go find your desk.

You manage to pull your eyes away from her cleavage before looking her in the eyes, saying “t-thanks” and timidly walking away.

You thought it was quite strange that such a professional company had such an unprofessional receptionist, however, you chalked it up to her knowing someone who got her the job. You don’t exactly need many credentials to be a receptionist after all.

As you walked up the stairs to the second floor you noticed that you could still smell that receptionists perfume on yourself. It was strong and overpowered all other scents 10 fold. You hoped that no one in the office would notice, you wanted to give a good first impression after all. Though, you had to admit, the scent wasn’t awful. It was almost nostalgic to you, though you couldn’t put your finger on why.

Pushing open the door to the second floor office, you notice that all the cubicles are empty. You look around as you make you way to your desk and there’s no sign of anyone. You set down your handbag on your desk and take in your surroundings.

While doing this you notice a chatter coming from a room on the other side of the office, could that be where everyone is?