Sam saw the secretary cross-legged with her phone stuck to her ear and all her attitude of 'I dont want to be here'
It was evident that it wasn't a priority.
The work environment wouldnt be the funniest in the world and it basically felt back into high school and at least for a moment the goth girl believed it when she saw the tall, stout and blond concierge on his back, figuring in her head that it was Dash Baxter. Luckily it wasn't like that although, the idea terrified her for a moment.
There was a slight clearing of throat but Valerie was desperate and tried to get the attention of the brunette secretary. Her gesture was of annoyance.
"Wait, Star. The work comes together." She covered the telephone speaker with the palm of his hand.
"Can I help you?" She answered sharply.
"Oh yes, it's also a pleasure to see you, Paulina." Valerie answered with her arms crossed, and if she didn't have them in that position, it was sure that her pose would seem to be defense. "But, first of all, you called us here."
The secretary rolled her eyes and it was obvious she knew.
She heard the phone ring and waved to the girl in front of her to answer.
Upon hearing the voice on the other side of the line, the nerves became apparent.
"Mr. Masters. Oh yes yes, I'm going with that." Paulina answered before hanging up. She answered the other phone right after.
"I call you later, Star"
The female voice coming out of the cell phone seemed to want to say something, but then it was cut by the finger of the owner of that cell phone.
"Whatever, follow me... " She indicated as if she didn't have another. Of course, that was the way she was, but she wasn't the only one with a bad taste in the mouth. The trio of ghost hunters were in the same situation.
"I'll take you to the new offices, where I will give you time to install and fit, according to Mr. Masters, in a while I will come back for you to indicate your established hours and start working tomorrow. Any questions?" She turned to look at them and with the look that showed superiority all the time. She watched the only boy in the group raise his hand.
"Good, let's continue." She ignored him completely, leaving him with a frown.
She went to the first door, letting them pass to a beige-walled office perfectly equipped for the comfort of a fan of weapons, sport, more than anything, by some ghost-hunting devices on the shelves. She supposed it was natural because of her trade.
"You guys can be installed and modify whatever." The girl commented without any hint of grace, and is that she hadn't left much in her workplace when she entered. She pursed his lips a little. That looked more like a comfortable resting room for Miss Gray than a workplace.
"I love it." Valerie commented, approaching the desk, observing her name on a golden plate.
Inside the green door was an office full of monitors and other devices. Tucker's gaze went to the central computer.
Sam couldn't help but start with some suspicion in the face of such wonder. It was true that it wasn't difficult to know that Tucker was the coach among them, so she decided to leave that paranoia aside before commenting and receiving a relaxed response from her team.
She watched the secretary leave and had no choice but to follow her.
Her companions had stayed in their respective offices but only hers was missing.
Paulina remained indifferent until she came to a violet office. The chance the color of each office was curious at least.
"It seems they were busy." The goth girl commented when entering and observe the wide and elegant work space of lavender walls and decoration full of Gothic art. It didn't become alienating, it had a fresh touch.
"The boss likes to know who he hires."
"Weird."
"My work is done." She said, ready to retire.
"Are you crazy? You can't leave me here."
"Agh, your friends didn't make buts. Be a good girl and know the place and unlike you, ghost hunter, I do work." Her hair fluttered as she turned around, her hips moving like a diva. Sam snorted knowing that it really wasn't worth starting to fight with that girl. They were no longer high school girls and that was clear.
Sam looked at the desk. There were some ornaments, a sheet with her name and an arrangement of violet tulips that had a card with his signed by a Masters guy.
She squinted as it was a curious last name to be a coincidence and then she knew it from the beginning. But why would Vlad Masters want something with them? It had been so long since he had disappeared from the map, along with Daniel...
She sighed trying to clear the last three minutes of her thoughts.
Suddenly the objects on the desk seemed so boring, and the office so overwhelming that she decided to leave.
Maybe her best friend Tucker would have some opinion about that.
"Where was it?" She asked herself.
The goth girl looked everywhere. she had to admit it was an elegant building. Every detail was tasteful and perhaps she would feel less overwhelmed if there weren't so many cameras at such specific points that they could record each movement at different angles.
Maybe she was being too curious for her taste but she didn't back down, even at the moment when the ambient music stopped playing in the corridors. She continued on foot, watching as each time the doors were closer together and apparently the rooms were smaller, probably rooms of service. But at the end of the corridor there were some stairs, they seemed extensive. Sam wondered why the hell there wasn't an elevator.
Her common sense made her question what she was doing there, but if they had already agreed to work for a stranger, going down those stairs wasn't the worst of her challenges. However, before she could put one foot on the step she could hear other steps very hurried to approach her. She turned around inertia and thought about hiding, but she wasn't doing something bad, so she didn't move.
She could recognize the pounding of heels. She wasn't wrong. Paulina was hyperventilated and barely holding on to those shoes so fine.
"What are you doing here... ugh, Manson?! I left you in your office" The brunette claimed. Her brown cheeks turned red and it was logical that she wasn't used to running. Sam crossed her arms with a gesture that she used most when she was close to that girl
"Now you're my nanny?" She joked, with an annoying smile for the other.
He could see the girls arguing on the monitor. He breathed a sigh of relief for a moment feared that Miss Manson would be lost in its labyrinthine corridors. Or something worse... Actually, no, but he couldn't let her go deep there. She was an adorable curious, with those gestures of feigned cunning; In essence, she hadn't changed much, not like his now secretary Paulina. But she had grown, and he was dying to discover how much she had changed in her. His smile illuminated by the monitor widened, if he thought about it he looked like a perverse patient from that angle. He turned to stop looking directly at the scene of both girls, not to focus precisely on one. His red eyes shone a little.
"This place is restricted access." The Latina crossed her arms while continuing to claim.
"Are not warnings supposed to come before?" The Goth shook her head after complaining about that. "No it doesn't matter. I just wanted to reintegrate with my colleagues." She clarified, before continuing with that discussion. They couldn't stop looking like high school girls competing and that shocked her enough. It was better not to start with the left foot.
"Could you take me back? Please."
"Ugh..." Paulina looked at her without giving much credit, after that she turned around to start walking. The other only looked up, and then followed.
Once back with Tucker and Valerie, the secretary left them again. Warning them not to be loitering outside their offices.
They stayed talking and she received a little scolding on the phone. She shouldn't let the new ones roam around without supervision. But she couldn't take care of the three of them. Paulina didn't even understand why Manson's office was so far from Foley and Gray's. Perhaps her only mistake wasn't to have warned the Goth girl about snooping since the corridors in that section were curiously deceptive.
"Do not repeat this incident, Miss Sanchez. Oh, and something else. I need you to prepare for the welcome for our new members."
Paulina pursed her lips, they hadn't done something like that for her when she entered.
According to the young Masters, they would make a meeting that looked more like a modest gala. For his taste it was too much luxury for a simple welcome. She had only been given a coffee and a pin from the company.
"Got it boss; I got this. You are with the right person, I'm a specialist in this." She boasted, because that was her chance to impress the boss at least. "Will you be there?"
"I wouldn't miss it for nothing, my dear." He answered, his voice was serious and reassuring. So it seemed to Paulina, who was eager to meet her enigmatic boss in person.
The redundancies and ironies didn't stop being presented. He remembered that for the girl he was only a ghost before.