I'm glad to hear that my story is appreciated! Seriously though, the
reviews made my day. Anyway, I never planned for this to be a one-shot.
Hopefully, I'll have enough brainpower to think up 5 chapters or more.
Anyway, I still don't own anything...-Coughcough- YET...
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There was a soft clicking noise as the door shut after the slightly flustered woman. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she took a deep breath, then looked up. And what to her wondering eyes should appear? It was just Milly and eight friggin' co-workers looking over her shoulder. She decided to save her words until she got there. But still. Why were...there...
"..Oh! And this is my cousin. She's married with three children. They're very cute, too. Here's a family photo...With my aunt, and uncle. And this is my sister..."
She was...showing off her family? Well, not exactly showing off...just introducing them to her kin. And no one was doing a bit of work. "...Just what exactly is going on here? Excuse me...Milly. I need to speak with you." A glare she sent to the small crowd around Miss Thompson caused them to scatter and eventually get back to work.
"Oh, hello. Would you like to see them, too?" She looked towards Meryl with a serene smile, asking the question in a completely honest tone of voice.
"Wh...ugh...Never mind." Meryl held out a hand, waiting expectantly for the taller girl to shake it. "My name is Meryl Stryfe. I'll be helping you around the office until you get on your toes."
It took a few moments, but Milly did respond by shaking her hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Milly Thompson. So...um...what am I supposed to do?"
Nearly looking close to straight upwards at her, she prepared to go on about what she did at the Bernardelli Insurance company. "Here at Bernardelli, we're responsible for a vast amount of insurance cases dealing with thousands of circumstances ranging from something like a house fire to the humanoid Typhoo—"Ooh great. Somebody slipped. Now the questions would come.
"..Huh...?"
..Maybe she hadn't heard of him? How lucky can you get? "Oh, it's nothing. Ahem...anyway.." She continued to thoroughly explain the company as Milly listened somewhat less than intently. Her eyes were on the short girl before her, but her mind had already flown out the window. There were words here and there, but mostly just ' You see, blah, important, blah, blah. You need to blah, and blah, blah..'
"Do you understand?"
All at once, she snapped back together. "Oh yes, Sempai. Totally. I guess I should go set up my desk now, huh?" Before she could stop her, Milly had already left to set up quietly.
'Sempai...?' Already she had a nickname? Huh. With a small shake of her head, she turned to resume working on her own. And so begins the lengthy story of the infamous Insurance girls. (Even if it's already on the second chapter.)
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There was a soft clicking noise as the door shut after the slightly flustered woman. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she took a deep breath, then looked up. And what to her wondering eyes should appear? It was just Milly and eight friggin' co-workers looking over her shoulder. She decided to save her words until she got there. But still. Why were...there...
"..Oh! And this is my cousin. She's married with three children. They're very cute, too. Here's a family photo...With my aunt, and uncle. And this is my sister..."
She was...showing off her family? Well, not exactly showing off...just introducing them to her kin. And no one was doing a bit of work. "...Just what exactly is going on here? Excuse me...Milly. I need to speak with you." A glare she sent to the small crowd around Miss Thompson caused them to scatter and eventually get back to work.
"Oh, hello. Would you like to see them, too?" She looked towards Meryl with a serene smile, asking the question in a completely honest tone of voice.
"Wh...ugh...Never mind." Meryl held out a hand, waiting expectantly for the taller girl to shake it. "My name is Meryl Stryfe. I'll be helping you around the office until you get on your toes."
It took a few moments, but Milly did respond by shaking her hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Milly Thompson. So...um...what am I supposed to do?"
Nearly looking close to straight upwards at her, she prepared to go on about what she did at the Bernardelli Insurance company. "Here at Bernardelli, we're responsible for a vast amount of insurance cases dealing with thousands of circumstances ranging from something like a house fire to the humanoid Typhoo—"Ooh great. Somebody slipped. Now the questions would come.
"..Huh...?"
..Maybe she hadn't heard of him? How lucky can you get? "Oh, it's nothing. Ahem...anyway.." She continued to thoroughly explain the company as Milly listened somewhat less than intently. Her eyes were on the short girl before her, but her mind had already flown out the window. There were words here and there, but mostly just ' You see, blah, important, blah, blah. You need to blah, and blah, blah..'
"Do you understand?"
All at once, she snapped back together. "Oh yes, Sempai. Totally. I guess I should go set up my desk now, huh?" Before she could stop her, Milly had already left to set up quietly.
'Sempai...?' Already she had a nickname? Huh. With a small shake of her head, she turned to resume working on her own. And so begins the lengthy story of the infamous Insurance girls. (Even if it's already on the second chapter.)