4:01 p.m.
I sit in the heavy wooden chair across from the desk of Prudence MacGuire, head of Human Resources for Empire Investments. I"m in a pencil skirt and loose tunic top. Prudence sports the tightest-fitting brown suit I"ve ever seen. The woman looks like a sausage about to burst from its casing. And that level of make up? I’ve seen circus clowns with less foundation.
Minutes pass while Prudence flicks through the stack of papers before her. Everything in this office carries the same red woodgrain pattern, from the walls to the floor. As for Prudence herself, she"s pale-skinned with dark red hair that"s pulled back into a tight bun. When I squint really hard, Prudence blends into the wood paneling so much, she becomes nothing but a floating head with dark brown eyes.
Kinda funny, a
