Scintilla
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She was running late already and to think it was her very first day at work. Beth took a long deep breath as she ran across a few sidewalks, taking a sip of the coffee she was holding in one hand and glancing at the Google map on her phone in the other. The town was small enough for the locals to know everyone on a first name basis but it was confusing enough for a girl who'd spent only 2 months there. "Oh, lord," she murmured over and over and over again as she felt like she'd been passing by the same donut place for three times now. "I should've taken a cab," she muttered, not being used to looking for places on her own. She downed the last of her coffee and tossed it into a garbage bin.
After a few more seemingly useless turns and detours, Beth finally made it to the office she was looking for. She took a deep breath, smoothed out the creases in her navy blue pencil skirt and stepped into the office. As soon as she got in, she was sure she'd entered hell. Everything inn there was pandemonium. People running around with rolled up posters in their arms, secretaries making phone calls, agents cursing over the latest controversies posed on the internet and live coverages of the polls on every single news channel. "I must be in the right place," she murmured, though no one seemed to notice her.
Taking advantage of the situation, she slipped into the girls' room to take a peek at herself. She yelped as she saw the bird's nest that her hair had become. She took out a brush and started to restore it to its neat curliness. She sighed in relief and redid her lipstick before stepping out of the bathroom. "Okay, time to get serious. No more slacking, Bethy," she murmured to herself. "No more slacking."
After she'd presented herself to one of the ladies behind a desk, she was directed to a desk and was sent straight to work on calling up printing presses to follow up on posters. The only break she got from agitated press managers was when she was asked to go upstairs to photocopy a few documents. She sighed in relief. She needed more coffee to fray her nerves and kill her perpetual fear of talking to strangers and she thought this detour would allow her that. So she took the documents into her hands and went upstairs, praying not to get lost on the way to the photocopier.
After a few more seemingly useless turns and detours, Beth finally made it to the office she was looking for. She took a deep breath, smoothed out the creases in her navy blue pencil skirt and stepped into the office. As soon as she got in, she was sure she'd entered hell. Everything inn there was pandemonium. People running around with rolled up posters in their arms, secretaries making phone calls, agents cursing over the latest controversies posed on the internet and live coverages of the polls on every single news channel. "I must be in the right place," she murmured, though no one seemed to notice her.
Taking advantage of the situation, she slipped into the girls' room to take a peek at herself. She yelped as she saw the bird's nest that her hair had become. She took out a brush and started to restore it to its neat curliness. She sighed in relief and redid her lipstick before stepping out of the bathroom. "Okay, time to get serious. No more slacking, Bethy," she murmured to herself. "No more slacking."
After she'd presented herself to one of the ladies behind a desk, she was directed to a desk and was sent straight to work on calling up printing presses to follow up on posters. The only break she got from agitated press managers was when she was asked to go upstairs to photocopy a few documents. She sighed in relief. She needed more coffee to fray her nerves and kill her perpetual fear of talking to strangers and she thought this detour would allow her that. So she took the documents into her hands and went upstairs, praying not to get lost on the way to the photocopier.