Upon Meeting You

15

The photos above are Wilkes and Nora's outfits. I wasn't sure if i described them well enough so i wanted to give a visual.

I awake with a jolt, jumping for my phone. I check the time.

"Fuck! Shit, shit, shit!" I shout, jumping from my bed as it was already 7:50 in the morning. "It's my first day and I'm already late."

I run to my closet, throwing on black office pants and a darker loose blouse. I rush to the bathroom, tucking in the blouse as I plug a hair straightener into the outlet above the counter. I tie my hair into a ponytail and quickly wash my face, grabbing my tooth brush and applying toothpaste immediately after.

I put it in my mouth, brushing my teeth as I gather my things into my purse, making sure to tuck my makeup bag in there as well.

I'll just put that on when I get there.

I slide on my simple pointed black heels with one hand as I continue brushing my teeth with the other. I rush back to the bathroom spitting into the sink, then rinsing my mouth out. I take the straightener and run it through my already straight hair just in case there were any waves from my sleep.

I pull the plug out of the wall and run out of the bathroom without even pausing to glance at my reflection. I grab my coat, purse, and keys, rushing out the front door.

I enter my car checking the time. 8:01.

Nice, Nora... But you're still fucking late.

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"Miss Dalsing! Better late than never." I hear a familiar voice speak as I enter through the elevator door.

"Hi Mr. Anderson! I'm sorry, I woke up late and I—"

"It's okay!" He chuckles playfully. "I'll give you a free pass this time." He winks at me. "But call me, Ben."

What the fuck is it with 'Ben'.

"Thank you." I respond as he raises his brows expectantly. "...Ben." I finish. He smiles in content until lowering his eyes.

"You look like you had a... productive... weekend." He speaks slowly.

"What? What do you—" My eyes widen horrified as my hand shoots up to my throat.

Fuck you, Wilkes!

"Excuse me for a moment..." I say rushing off to find a bathroom. I stop to ask a lady where the nearest bathroom was.

"Oh, it's just right around that corner, dear." She smiles at me. I near the bathroom only to find it was currently occupied, as it was being cleaned by a janitor.

Dammit!

I turn my body, looking around before my eyes fall onto a door with the name Wilhelm Daine etched on the front nametag. I walk over attempting to not draw any attention to myself. I knock three times before hearing his voice.

"Come in." I open the door, closing it behind me immediately after. "Lenora?" He questions as I sit myself in front of him, across his desk and begin rummaging through my purse. I pull out a small mirror and angle it towards my neck revealing to me, the gnarly purple patches across my skin.

"Fuck!" I look up to him. "Look at what you did to me, you bastard." I hiss at him, dropping my hands onto my lap.

"Ditto." He speaks, pulling down the collar from his turtle neck down to reveal his just as gruesome looking neck. I chuckle at the sight causing him to laugh as well. "But at least I wasn't stupid enough to show them off to the entire office."