I can not remember the last time I ran this fast in heels. What was I thinking wearing heels? Right I was thinking dress to impress that and you won't be standing much anyway, by the time I hit the front lobby of S.P.D. I could hardly breathe. Thank goodness someone was coming out as I was going in because I honestly don't think I had the strength to open the door. As I walked in or should I say limp because my caves were killing me the first thing I did was look for a place to sit.

This is not my day." I said looking and seeing no seats anywhere near the entrance.

So I took a deep breath and tried to stand up straight as I walked to the front desk.

The woman behind the desk was in a grey S.P.D. uniform. Her hair in such a tight bun I'm surprised the pressure didn't make her brain pop out of her head. Even the square glasses on her head looked too tight. She looked to be in her late 20's early 30's this should make a great conversation I thought as I stepped up to the desk.

I stood there very patient with my briefcase to my side. I was dressed in a dark green long sleeve button down shirt with a knee length black skirt and a long black coat. I had the sides of my hair pulled back to the side and the green part in a braid. I also had decided it would be a good idea to put on what I like to call my smart people glasses. I normally don't wear my black square glasses but truth be told I am blind as a bat without them. I could not read anything in front of me. I'm sure that wouldn't sit well with Dr Manx if I have to be two inches from the screen at all times.

I looked down at my watch yet again. I swear how long this pop tart is going to make me stand here before she even acts like I'm here.

Don't do it. You are already late a few more minutes wont make a difference.

Don't do it Sarah." I kept saying to myself.

You know what screw it.

Excuse me Miss." I said trying to sound very polite.

The women just barely looked up at me. Ok strike two for pop tart I thought.

So I did what anyone would do. I got eye level with pop tart and snapped my fingers.

Excuse me, yes you. I am Dr Sarah Edwards and I have a very important meeting with Dr. Kat Manx and I know she for one does not like to be kept waiting.

After giving my little speech I stood up straight and waited for pop tart to answer.

Please hold she said into her head set.

Ow yea I made her mad. If looks could kill I would be dead.

You said you were Dr." she paused waiting for a response.

Trying really hard not to smile I handed her my S.P.D. temp id card.

Yes DR. I said with a little more point on the Dr. part.

I hate it when people see me and think ow a kid and give me a hard time,

But I love when the figure out the Dr. Part.

It's funny I don't feel bad for pop tart at all. Even after she punched in all my information and turned as red as a tomato from anger, I still didn't feel bad.

She signaled for a S.P.D guard and handed me back my id card.

Throw gritting teeth she smiled and said Dr Edwards have a good day.

She turned toward the guard and said." Can you please take Dr. Edwards to Dr. Manx office.

With that said she went back to looking at me.

I just gave a small smile and a raised eye brow and began following the guard.

The guard led me to a large escalator. As we began going up I felt very out of place. I hated when I felt this way. I look around and all of the people I see my age are just Cadets with no color. Yet here I was a Dr with the degrees and working under Dr. Kat Manx the leading Dr. on Earth.

Just breathe." I said.

I didn't realize how loud I had said it because the guard turned to me and said." Is everything alright Dr. Edwards?

Yes looking at his name tag. David I'm fine thank you.

As we reached the top of the escalator we turned down a long carder with lots of doors and even more people.

Here's Dr. Manx office Dr. Edwards. Thanks you David.

Here we go I thought as I took a deep breath and walked in the door.