It's A Funny Thing

1, Searching

Authors Note: You are meant to be wearing the outfit above, but with different shoes.

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Y/N had walked into the building with a purpose, a purpose to get a job, she didn't care what field; she was low on money and she needed a job, or else she'd get kicked out of her tiny apartment.                                                                                                                                                                                When Y/N had entered the building, the lobby was completely empty. No receptionist, no business people milling around, chatting about boring stuff while sipping their coffees.  What was up? Y/N peeked around corners until she spotted an elevator down one hallway. Maybe there was a sign around there that said where everything was. She pressed the up button. The elevator came down fast and when it opened, Y/N was face to face with a man with brown hair and brown eyes. Her heart stopped, surprised. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to come down! Um... where... is everyone?" Y/N asked the man, who looked tired. He gave a small shrug. "I have no idea, but don't be surprised; the place usually isn't crawling with people in suits and ties like you would expect."                                                                                                      Y/N nodded. "Urm, yeah. But... where's the receptionist?" The man then looked confused. "Oh, she's always there, doesn't move an inch unless she tells someone who's gonna stick around the lobby. What are you doing here that you need a receptionist, anyway?" He looked at Y/N finally.    "I'm applying for a job, I'm not sure which specific job, any job'll do. Do you work here?" Y/N asked-then, realizing they were still face to face, she backed up a step, slightly embarrassed.          "Yeah, I guess you could say I work here, I always get the on field jobs. I think they could definitely use more of on field people... but considering you're a-" He stopped himself, realizing what he was about to say wouldn't have made this encounter any more pleasant.  "I mean, yeah. Would you be interested in that?"                                                                                                                                  "Umm..." Y/N's brow furrowed. "What exactly is on field?" The man looked up at the ceiling, seemingly signaling he didn't want to talk. "Basically the risky business." Y/N nodded slowly. "I don't know if that's me." She smiled, then teased, "Especially since I'm a girl." The man turned slightly red. "Who's in charge here, exactly? I mean, I know who is in charge but.... where is he?" Y/N asked, getting back to business. The man scratched the back of his neck. "Peter Thornton, he's on the top floor. I'd be glad to take you there, but I have someplace to be." With that, the man brushed past Y/N and walked a bit fast down the hall and into the lobby, then finally out the door.                                                                                                                                                                                            The whole interaction had been uncomfortable for Y/N but she shrugged it off and entered the elevator that she had to click the button again for. She could easily find this Peter Thornton herself.

But a few minutes later, Y/N was completely lost on like, the tenth floor. She would think this company was abandoned if she hadn't accidentally run into that man downstairs. There had to be someone up here, because he was there. Or he might have come from a different floor.              After about half an hour of going in complete squares, a lady with arching eyebrows and pursed lips exited a room with glass windows and a wooden door. "Ooh, finally!" Y/N sighed with relief. "Urm, I'm Y/N and I have an appointment with Peter Thornton. Is... this his office?" The lady sighed, then nodded. "Yes, yes." She wrote something on her clipboard before looking back at a smiling Y/N. "But I warn you, he's not in one of his best moods. This was not a good time to schedule an appointment." She sighed again and brushed past Y/N curtly. Y/N got shivers down her spine. Now she was nervous.

She entered his office, but found that you had to open two doors to enter, the main one she'd just gone through and then another one into his actual office. It was pretty heavy. When she entered, the man at the desk-supposedly Peter Thornton's- expression looked disheveled. "Oh, hello. You're Y/N, correct?" He cheered up 20% when he spied Y/N. "Yeah. I got a message on my phone saying my appointment had been scheduled today, I don't really know what I'm applying for, though." Peter Thornton nodded. "That's how it works sometimes. We have a few openings, what are you qualified in?"                                                                                                                                                Y/N bit her lip. "Umm... actually, this is my first job, other then babysitting for my little cousins, and I hadn't had time- or money - to finish college." She said, slightly embarrassed. He nodded. "Well, we do have a possible opening. It's on field though, I don't know if you can handle it, since you're not experienced in anything else. I think we do have someone who could go along with you till you get the hang of it." Y/N's stomach dropped. That's not the best option...but... I do need the money.                                                                                                                                                                    "Sure."