A/N: Hey, all! Here's another update, but solely from Meg's POV, as this is where the plot thickens. ;) Gave her a little backstory, and you can expect some for George as well. Enjoy and God bless!
Meg scurried hastily into the tall building for her appointment with the recruiter as the clock behind the secretary struck nine. Phew, Meg sighed in relief, I just barely made it! She walked nervously over to the woman typing relentlessly on the typewriter in front of her, and Meg coughed, making her presence known to the lady. The bombshell blonde woman lifted her eyes, making careless eye contact with Meg.
"Hello there, I'm here for an appointment with Mr. Dannelly," Meg piped out in her syrupy, Southern accent. The secretary smirked to herself, checking her calendar.
"Name?" the secretary asked, in a thick New York accent. "Meg. Well, my appointment is under Meghan Kittinger," Meg stammered, her cheeks turning rosy. Did it just get hot in here, or what? Meg reprimanded herself as the woman looked for her name on the schedule.
"Oh, yes, Miss Kittinger, right on time! Follow me, right this way." the secretary got up, her kitten heels clacking on the linoleum floor. Meg followed her up a flurry of stairs, her pulse speeding up with every step she took. Her head pounded, rehearsing the answers to the questions she'd supposed she'd be asked. After all, the was her first interview ever, in the city that never sleeps.
Aside from her quest to find real love, Meg had also wanted to escape the sameness of it all. From the start of her life, Meg had been raised to inherit her dad's airplane-shop. She grew up in the shop, which was in the middle of nowhere, learning all of the parts of all types of planes and jets. Now, with the war effort going on, everyone in Katy had come together to help the soldiers overseas, donating parts and whatnot. Sure, Meg supported the war effort and the soldiers-as a matter of fact, her ex-beau Chester had been drafted to France right after their split-but she didn't want to deal with planes her whole life. She wanted freedom! She wanted to choose her own life, her own job, her own boyfriend, not the son of her dad's best friend. Hence, she ran off to the Big Apple, much to everyone's chagrin.
By 9:15, Meg and the secretary finally made it to the office-on the tenth floor, Meg grimaced-and the blonde secretary rapped on the door, squawking, "Mistah Dannelly, Meghan Kitchen is here to see ya!"
"It's Kittinger," Meg whispered, but the secretary shrugged her off, a d the door creaked open, revealing a man sitting at a desk, his hands clasped together as he glanced at the door. The secretary shoved Meg in, which caused Meg to stumble haplessly inside as the door slammed shut. After regaining her balance, and recollecting her composure.
"Hello, sir, my name is Meghan Kittinger," Meg greeted formally, reaching out her hand in salutation. Mr. Dannelly, devoid of any emotion on his face, refused to shake her hand, and flatly told her to sit down. Meg proceeded to sit down on the chair in front of the desk, placing her résumé carefully on top of her lap.
"So, Miss Kitchen-" the tall man started. "-Kittinger," Meg interrupted, but then immediately regretted it.
"Yes," Mr. Dannelly sneered, "Miss Kittinger, tell me, why do you want to work for my toy company? Why," Mr. Dannelly drawled, "on earth would you want to work for a toy company?" Meg then cleared her throat, and replied smoothly, "Well, I have several ideas I could bring to your lovely company. One idea I had was to play games on the television, or have board games on a screen. Just imagine, playing games on a television set! It would bring the whole family together!" Mr. Dannelly raised an eyebrow at this idea, and requested that Meg elaborated. Excitedly, Meg described her concept, using her hands animatedly and jumping around the cold, dull office. After her spiel, the recruiter stood up from his desk, and excused himself. Meg smiled to herself, sitting in the office chair, feeling quite positive that she acquired a job.
However, time began to pass, and Meg checked her watch. He's been gone twenty minutes! This must be good, I hope, Meg pondered. She glanced out the large, opened window of the office. It was noon, and despite the bright sunlight, there was a breeze, making it rather drafty in the silent office. She noticed a man working vicariously in an office in the building across from her. Meg observed the man closely, but kept looking back at the door to check if the recruiter had returned. The man in the building across from her was busy, folding up a paper intricately. As she watched this man ever-so-eagerly fold the piece of paper, she recognized his stature, his hair, his nose... Funny, Meg thought, he looks like the man from-
Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of Mr. Dannelly and another man. Meg, rather unhappily, returned her attention to the two businessmen. The new man, a tall fellow with greasy, slick pompadour, walked up to Meg, shaking her hand briskly.
"Miss Kittinger, my name is Mr. Myers. Mr. Dannelly here told me your idea, and although we'd like to take you in, we don't have any managerial spots available at this time. The only position we have available is in our industrial department, overseeing the manufacturing." At the sound of industrial, Meg cringed inwardly, recalling the brutal plane-parts she'd left behind in Texas. Not wanting to disrespect the men, Meg suppressed her frown and said, "Is that all?"
Mr. Myers inspected Meg with one eye, and replied, "Yes. If you choose to accept, you can start next Monday. It has a fair salary, for the situations we're in," the man concluded, alluding to the current world war.
For a moment, Meg almost considered accepting, but held back. She was meant for something bigger, she felt it. She walked towards the men, shaking their hands, and said, "I'll have to pass y'all-I mean you all-up on the offer, but thank you for your time." And with that, she swiftly turned around and proceeded to walk out of the office. Just before she left, however, she glimpsed at something resting in the trash bin by the door.
A paper airplane.
PS to Treesap: Yes, the Litwak arcade was the headcanon I was going with ;)
