Michelle
The accounting department was exactly two floors down. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and took off the glasses perched on my nose, hoping to look slightly more professional. Of course, I was dressed in slacks and a button-up dark blue t-shirt—one that I loved, but somehow, every time I wore it, Jonas would give me odd looks. Whether that was his fault or mine, I didn’t know. Still, I thought I looked rather flattering—heck, I thought I looked like a million bucks.
I walked straight into the accounting department, plastering a smile on my face as I headed for the door that had "Director" written on it. Suddenly, I stopped. Maybe it would be better if I looked like someone who actually worked here. I grabbed a random clipboard and pulled out a pen, heading toward one of
