Hullo there. We haven't made any additions lately, so I decided to get creative! Er...This is AJ, by the way. For those of you who haven't checked out our profile, that would be Apple Juice. :D So...without further to do..Read on!

Oh. Right. -Reads her paper- 'We do not own any of the characters because they belong to the guy who created them.' Ta-dah. oo... But we own their minds...PWAHAHAHAHAHA...!! -Cough-

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"Miss Stryfe, please come to the front office immediately."

A glare was shot at the gray colored box nailed to the ceiling in the corner. No doubt everyone in the office had heard the slightly static voice of the chief. Saying nothing, she stood up from her desk and walked towards the room of her boss. On the way, she wondered why they even had bought these intercoms. After all, his loud, obnoxious voice booming out into the working area was enough to get anyone out of their chairs.

"..You wanted to see me, sir?" She strode into the office, like any other time she'd been called upon. Usually because someone had done something stupid and messed with the files; nothing out of the ordinary. But today, there was a new face. She stood there, simply looking out the window with the curiosity of a child. A pigeon was walking back and forth on the outside window sill, and her light blue eyes were following it closely. Lengthy light brown hair was left loose in a completely unprofessional manor and she was wearing...the...uniform of the company?

"Yes...right.." He looked up lazily from his desk, distracting her from taking in further details of the visitor. Motioning towards the stranger standing off to the side, he said something she hadn't heard in ages. "I'd like you to meet our new recruit." Was it just her, or was there a tinge of regret in his voice..? Meryl thought this over as she was handed a manila folder with a yellow sparkly smiley sticker in the top right-hand corner. "..Um...sir...?"

"..This is her portfolio. I figured you'd want to look it over now that you'll be showing her around."

"Right.." Her voice trailed off as she flipped through the documents. Everything was filled out in neat cursive, but what she read nearly made her faint. Was he kidding!? The month of April was long gone, so this couldn't be a practical joke...but how she hoped...Hmm...Name: Milly Thompson, Age: 22, Position Desired: Anything will do, really. I don't mind...

There was just NO WAY. He was actually accepting this...this...she couldn't even think of a word for it. Her boss must've noticed, too, since now he made a suggestion. "...Err, Miss Thompson, maybe you should wait outside for a moment."

With a simple nod and smile, she left the room closing the door promptly behind her. As soon as she heard that click, Meryl was prepared to burst.

"..Sir, you can't be SERIOUS!"

"I know, I know...I realize that this seems totally ...well...you know, but think about it. When's the last time we had anyone even think getting a job here? You know it and I know it. We need to hire anyone who even files an application. It just so happens that Miss Thompson is new to December. She moved here last week and filed for a job yesterday. And..."

She didn't hear what he was talking about now. Meryl was off in deep thought. It was true. Ever since that humanoid typhoon had shown up in the 'outside world', people at the office had quit for their own sanity. There were literally hundreds of damage reports on him and people could go crazy just sorting them. Fortunately for her, she'd never been assigned to any of his cases. Yet. Then she realized the chief was looking at her with an arched brow. "..Oh, sorry sir. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that you're the one who's going to show her around. Not only in the office but out of work, too. "Taking on a stern tone now, he shook his pointer finger in the air. "...But keep her in the dark about H.T. The last thing we need is to gain an employee then lose them a few hours later." Before Meryl could even decline, he added. "Do this for me and I'll add a few days to your vacation time."

Well that shut her right up. More time away from work? She'd do anything for that. Even introduce an airhead around as if she wanted to. "...All right, sir. I'll do it." Then turning to leave, she mumbled. "But I won't like it."