Wow, The Wayne Enterprises building is massive. Sort of intimidating too. I step through the revolving doors and into the lobby, which momentarily takes my breath away. I walk up to the receptionist's desk and clear my throat "Can I help you?" she asks while painting her long nails. "Um.. I have an appointment with Mr. Wayne." I say "Top floor, his office is at the very back." she says without looking up at me.
I bite my thumb nervously as I ride up in the elevator. When it lurches to a stop I step off with shaking legs, the employee's look at me from their desks as I walk by. I hesitate at the door of Bruce Wayne's office. I've heard lots of stories about him but never expected to be here. I knock once and the door immediately opens, "I'll see you later tonight Bruce." A young man around fifteen says nearly running into me. "Sorry." I say quickly and step aside so he can get through. He walks down to the elevator with his hands in his pockets. "Yes?" A deep voice calls from inside the office. I step inside and meet the eyes of the playboy billionaire. He has perfectly styled black hair, blue eyes, a firm jaw and a confident posture. "You must be Ms. Rivers." he says standing and extending his hand. "Oh Jamie please." I say quickly while grabbing his hand. He smiles and gestures to the seat behind me. I sit and cross my legs awkwardly. "So you've applied to be my assistant, why's that?" he asks "Well um.. I think it would be fascinating work and I need the money." I respond trying to calm my shaking hands. "I see. Many people need the money here in Gotham Jamie, why is it that I should hire you over all those without jobs?" he puts his elbows on his desk and crosses his fingers in front of his mouth. "Well I... I'm a hard worker, I'm very loyal, I have plenty of free time, I'm willing to work around the clock if necessary, and I make a mean cup of coffee." I say staring down at my hands. "You don't seem very confident though, what if I'm looking for someone to improve my image?"
"Well I guess I'm screwed then." I sigh. He chuckles and leans back in his seat, "When can you start?" he asks I look up at him in disbelief. " You're giving me the job?" he smiles and shrugs "Why not? I can't refuse a good cup of Jo."