Felicia didn't like to be fussy, but today she found herself checking and rechecking her appearance. She supposed it was only natural. Harry Osborn, the man whose name traced her spine, was visiting his father in his office today and d*** it she wanted to look presentable when she met him for the first time.
One might say she was trying to force her way in and up to meet him, that she was pushing fate, but that was simply not the case. Life pushed her here, and the assistant job landed right in her manicured hands.
While balancing a stack of files in her arm she was tugging at her dress and trying not to scowl at her reflection in the elevator's glass walls.
"You look fine." A boy she hadn't even realized was in the elevator chuckled. She looked over and felt like the air was knocked out of her lungs, this guy was boyishly beautiful. While he looked like he was tired, she couldn't tell for sure because he was still wearing his sunglasses, he managed to give her a perfect smile. "Thanks." She looked down to the stacks in her arms, her neck heating up a little.
Suddenly her pager beeps at her, and it feels quite loud in the small quietness of the elevator. "Sorry." She apologizes as she pulls it out. "Board meeting, 15 mins, file lists sent to your email." She barely murmured as she read it to herself. "S***!" swearing quietly at the lack of time as the doors ding open, she bolts out, dodging other employees and still managing to help others and fix some minor problems as she rushes, the boy's eyes following her with a curious stare. She didn't become Norman Osborn's personal assistant for nothing! She was the best at what she did.
Admittedly, her thievery skills were far more trained and precise, but her skills as a PA were pretty impressive too, if she did say so herself.
Throwing herself around someone and into a chair she slid across the floor a few feet and stopped right in front of a computer, her fingers already moving like lightening across the keyboard. Within minutes she had every single one of the files she needed and was back by the elevator, tapping her foot as it took its sweet time.
Looking at her watch she felt her panic level rise, time was running out, down to five minutes now to make it all the way back up to the top floor. Her eyes searched the room frantically, finding the nearest stairwell she looked between the elevator and the door again before deciding to risk it. Bolting through the door she strapped her files in safely before vaulting herself up and between the bars with relative ease, thankful now for her cat like reflexes and cat burglar training. It certainly was helping her now, with the limited time window she had.
With a minute to spare she straightened herself out once more and nearly glided into the large meeting room. She almost stopped in her tracks to see the handsome boy from the elevator leaning on the window, observing the board members. He tilted his head and his sunglasses inched down, enough that his eyes could bore into hers unobstructed and she was struck by how lovely a color they were.
She managed to not break stride and was placing the files in their rightful places as she moved around the long table. With a soft sigh, she slid into her own chair at the very end, as out of the way as possible, and pulled out her notepad and a pen, poised and ready to take notes.
The meeting begins without a hitch, of course there was no thank you or surprise at both how well and how quickly she accomplished the near impossible task. No, that would come later, away from the prying eyes of the board of vultures as she liked to call them. They looked for any kinds of weakness to exploit, like kindness and attachment. Norman Osborn was just lucky they hadn't yet exploited his illness. They were despicable, all of them. And she wasn't just saying that because of the lewd and suggesting comments they'd made both behind her back and to her face.
Suddenly the room felt too quiet, and she could feel the stares of everyone in the room on her, making her stomach flip. While she enjoyed being the center of attention, she was trying to go (mostly) unnoticed here, so this felt like a bad sign.
Finally, she took a breath and look up, away from her notepad and around the thin curtain of ebony hair, to find the elevator guy sitting immediately next to Mr. Osborn, and he was leaning forward looking at her with curiosity.
"There is no one I rely on in my company more, "Norman smiled, "than my trusted assistant." He said, clapping the boy on the shoulder. Felicia could feel her heart pounding in her ears as the realization hit her. "Harry, this is Felicia Hardy." Biting her lip, she attempts a small smile, trying to hide the nervousness bubbling up inside.
Oh my gosh. I must have looked a fool in the elevator, primping and picking at myself. She mentally screams at herself, the sound of her pulse almost drowning even her own thoughts out.
"Hello Harry." Her voice comes out quiet, and does he really need to keep staring at her?
"Felicia." His grin helps her relax, and she thinks maybe this was the perfect meeting after all.