She shifted her dark skirt, smoothing her dress for the umpteenth time. The walls were either white or made of glass. She was torn between wanting to take crayons to the walls and feeling overly exposed. Bile rose in her throat and she wondered if her breath smelled bad, despite the three breath mints she'd had already.

Also, she thought bitterly, you would think in a multibillion dollar company, they would have nicer chairs. It was true that, despite a thorough K-12 education and thus plenty of experience with hard plastic chairs, her ass was starting to get sore. She glanced up at the ceiling. Again with the glass and the non-offensive white.

She had been waiting in STAR Labs for her job appointment for over fifteen minutes now. That meant her hopefully-soon-to-be-new-boss was five minutes late, as she had arrived ten minutes early. It was only five minutes, there was still plenty of time for him to get there, right? At least, that was what she had been telling herself to fight off the rising panic growing inside her. She had been grinding her teeth without realizing it for the past three minutes. Realizing it now, she attempted to desist.

The accelerator is supposed to go online in two weeks. Maybe they decided they didn't need me after all-?

No sooner than this worrisome thought occurred to her, than the elevator across from her dinged. Out stepped Harrison Wells himself. Her mild panic morphed into full-blown, mindless terror. Shit. Shit. Shit. He was looking at her and walking in her direction. She stood, too nervous to sit still.

"Hello, I am Dr. Harrison Wells. I thought I would oversee your interview today." He looked at her expectantly, so she forced herself to speak.

"Of-of course. Hi. I mean, hello, I mean- sorry." She stuttered.

"What for, you are Britney Stuart, applying for the new internship position, correct?" Dr. Wells asked.

"Yes, yes, that's me." She said quickly.

He looked at her for a moment, then turned to the receptionist.

"Where is Dr. Snow?" He asked pleasantly.

"Right behind you, Dr. Wells!" said a friendly, albeit cool voice behind him.

"And Cisco?" Dr. Wells asked.

"Also right behind you, Dr. Wells." Said a warmer voice from behind Dr. Snow.

"Very good. If you three will come with me." Dr. Wells said before walking away.

Britney followed, Dr. Snow falling into step with you and Cisco bringing up the rear. The four of you stepped into a small room with four chairs, three on one side, one on the other. It seemed made for the express purpose of making Britney nervous.

"So, Britney," said Dr. Wells after everyone had been seated, "I'm going to be honest with you. Despite our stellar reputation at STAR Labs, we have had very few applicants, and even fewer who lasted longer than a week. Tell me, why are you any different?"

"I-um- I… I really need this internship for college credit and I'm really passionate about organizing and helping people and-"

Dr. Wells pinched the bridge of his nose. He was obviously irritated with her response, while Dr. Snow and Cisco merely looked amused.

"I meant, what makes you any different from any of the other candidates we have looked at?" he said brusquely.

"I honestly don't know. I mean, I can listen and follow directions and I- I'm sorry, but I'm kinda distracted by how awesome Cisco's shirt is." She said, grasping at anything that might help her.

Cisco grinned. "Nice! A 2016 Ghostbusters fan! I mean," he said as Dr. Wells glared at him, "not nice…?"

"If you cannot focus for a simple interview, why should I hire you at all?" Dr. Wells demanded.

"Because, like you said, no intern's lasted more than a week with you and if you had anyone else to look at, you would have thrown me out of the office already." Britney said. She had no idea what made her say that, except she was so nervous she was ready to snap.

"So, you're saying we're desperate?" Dr. Wells asked. He was smiling now. It was the sort of cat-caught-the-canary smile that lets the other person know that they are fucked if they give the wrong answer. Britney squared her shoulders, looked Harrison Wells in the eye and said,

"Yes."

Dr. Wells' smile grew. "I'll see you Monday morning, 8AM, sharp. Also, bring donuts. The company will reimburse you later."

"How-how many donuts do you need?"

Dr. Wells turned to Cisco. "Two dozen should be enough?"

Cisco shook his head. "Better make it three."

Dr. Wells nodded and turned back to Britney. "Three dozen."

"Oh-Ok! Thank you so much Dr. Wells-!"

"The door is that way," he said, a bit gentler this time.

"Right." She gathered her things and made for the door.

"Oh, and Britney?" he said.

"Yes?"

"Welcome to the company."