Meet V.
The sound of her heals rung along the corridor, and hollowed as she entered the elevator. Floor 44, click. The band around the button glowed as the elevator doors meet. Lift music. Great. She began scanning the inside of the elevator, and spotted a small camera perched in the corner to her right. She tilted her head and played a small, knowing smile to it before focusing her gaze forward, and fixed it there. 35,36,37. 42,43, ding. The doors parted onto yet another corridor, she stepped out and proceeded left, her heals adopted their ring again. The hallway was sleek. The floor gleamed a pearlescent black, the walls were licked with a sort of green teal and were lined with many a door. With every stride her eyes were scrutinising these doors, she was looking for something. This was Pernicious’ first time here, her first day, though she walked through the building like she was walking in the park. She wore jeans that hugged her form, a leather jacket which was left open revealing a small black V neck underneath that rested just short of her waistband. Knock knock. She had found the door she was looking for.
“Yes?”
Pernicious pressed down on the handle and entered. She was stuck by how tidy it was, how minimalist and she thought for sure it was Feng Shui’d. The walls were decorated not with wallpaper but with glass shelves, housing books, ornaments and files. The desk was centred, as was the man who sat at it. The deep red carpeted floor had quelled the sound of her shoes. No heals, no radio, no clock tick. Silence. Pernicious shut the door with mild force in hope of lifting the mans gaze, but he continued scribbling away. He looked the type of man Pernicious would describe as ‘well kept’. He had dark hair, blue eyes and was clean shaven. Not old, nor was he young. Not ugly by any stretch of his imagination, nor was he Pernicious’ type, unfortunately. Her gaze still resided upon him, waiting for at least a twitch of recognition that she was standing there. She cleared her throat. He shot a glance up to her without moving his head.
“Yes yes, nice to meet you Pernicious.” He pauses, takes in her form before returning his eyes to his desk. “This is how you present yourself for work? Hmph, fill in these.” He shuffles around some papers on his desk before picking up a handful, and offering them to her from across the room. She strides over, her eyes still watching him as she takes the forms from his grip. She sat before his desk, reached for a pen and relented her stare to what she was signing. “I’m V” He explains, “and I am your secretary. Every agent has home support, I am yours. I will send you updates, help, organise transport, weaponry and who knows, keep you sane..” With this Pernicious looks to him with a raised brow, her face depicted a look of mild annoyance. “Now now Perni, did I upset you?”, he chuckled to himself. She pursed her lips at him, relaxed to the back of the chair and tilted her head slightly. “Upset? No, though I am irked by your insinuating that I’m insane. Think of it more as, creative..” Pernicious donned a small cusp, before slinking her elbows over the dark wooden desk, her eyes sought out V’s gaze. “Unfortunately suits aren’t my thing, people assume I’m approachable, I look like a lawyer and really? Could you see me in a suit?” Her voice was cool, and seemed to catch V by surprise. “So yes, this is how I will be presenting myself, not that it matters as I will spending most of my time out in the field, wandering around among civilians. I am less suspicious this way.” She cast her gaze away her secretary, rose from the chair and began towards the door. She threw a glance back at V. “You have my number, text me.” With this she opened the door and went to make out into the emerald hall.
“Perni,” V began, she paused,. “Behave yourself. Oh, and the jeans….” He let himself return Pernicious’ smile. “Much better from this angle.” She slide out into the hall and shut the door. She liked her secretary.
