Do not cross the line

Chapter 2

You walked back to your work desk, sat down and opened the folder to look at the project the managing director of the studio wanted you in.

You read the three paged script, five pages plan of the project and finally little about the job you needed to do.

Your job was about to do the graphics to the video, like the opening title, and then some graphics to the animator who will make the motions and it will be added to the video.

You got immediately some ideas in your head so you checked the time, noticing there was still over an hour till you need to be in the second floor at the studio to meet the Managing director Samuel Drake.

So you opened the Illustrator software and started to plan the graphics to get something to do while waiting.

When it was about to leave, you printed your sketch and put it in the folder and headed to the lift.

You had never even visited the second floor. You had no idea what was waiting for you there.

And when the doors got open front of you, and you stepped out of the lift, you looked around. There were huge double doors opposite of the lift, and narrow halls to both ways.

In the double doors, there was the huge logo of the studio, and since it was the most obvious choice to go in, you walked to it.

But the door was locked. There was a doorbell on the right side, so you pressed it and waited.

Soon the door got open and a guard opened the door.

"Hi, I'm from the Graphics section, I'm supposed to meet managing director."

"You must be Y/N. Mr. Drake is waiting for you."

Guard opened the door and you sneaked inside, seeing there was much bigger hall behind it, with cameras, lights and different kind of sceneries on in small booths.

The guard started to lead you through the hall, and while you walked behind him, you looked around amazed, it was like you had stepped inside of the movie set. You noticed how some of the workers turned their heads toward you, a smirk on their face.

Most of the workers seemed to be men, and your clopping heels against the floor got their attention. You felt how your cheeks blushed a little and you tucked your hair behind your ear while trying to look on your feet.

In the end of the hall there were glass doors to the offices, where were all the editing and sound rooms, and apparently also Mr. Drake's office.

The guard opened the glass door for you with his keycard, and you stepped inside.

"On the left, the door in the end of the hall." - the guard pointed you the way, and you smiled and thanked him and started to make your way to left.

When you walked forward you saw the door at the end of the hall, the wooden door and glass walls on both sides.

You walked to the door and looked up, saying the name on it.
"Samuel Drake, Managing Director."

You brushed your hair with your fingers before you knocked the door, hearing a low voice calling you inside.

As you opened the door and looked up to a man sitting behind his desk, your breath got caught in your throat.

You thought there would be some old slimy man in a suit waiting for you, but the man sitting behind the desk was not that old what you imagined.

He had a thick dark brown hair, little redeemed and slicked back above his head. He had a light grey suit shirt and darker grey vest with a black tie.