Let's Put a Smile on That Face
As I finished unpacking my single box, I looked around. I was unhappy with what I saw. My new, small apartment was empty. I had no furniture, no tables or chairs. All that was there was a single, twin size mattress and a couple of pillows. I needed a job; A.S.A.P. Gotham is a big place though, so it shouldn't be too hard. I didn't want to, but I had to move here to the Narrows. It was the cheapest thing I could find.
I woke up the next day, after unpacking my clothes; I sat out upon the new town of Gotham. I was going to get a job. I would not let this town be a repeat of the last ones. No trouble with the law. I will have to keep my temper in check, though. I slipped on a sleek, charcoal gray pencil skirt and a matching, button up blouse. I put my hair up into a bun and placed bobby pins in various places to flatten it all out. I grabbed a few copies of my resume and proceeded out the door. Of course! I forgot shoes. I remembered this when I was already down the stairs. I raced back up and looked through my incredibly small closet for a good pair. I pulled out some basic, peep toe high heels and I slid my feet into them. One more thing, before I leave. My trusty switch blade. Just in case I ran into any trouble. I walked out of my apartment and proceeded down the stairs. I stepped out of the building and breathed in a breath of fresh air. And I immediately started to cough. That's big towns for you, though. I didn't have any money, so I had to walk across the bridge into the main town of Gotham and to the really big businesses. I saw a man toss a brand new newspaper into a trash bin. I snaked my way over and thankfully, it was on top. I grabbed it and walked to a nearby bench and sat, turning to the classifieds.
There it was. In big, bold letters.
Wayne Enterprise's! Now Hiring For Secretaries, Computer Science, Programming, and Engineering. Apply in person!"
I looked around at all the buildings and just my luck, it was right behind me. I fist pumped the air once before composing myself into my 'business' mode. I strutted into the building and up to the front desk.
"Hello, I'm here about the ad you had in the classifieds. I'm a programmer and I was wondering if I could set up an appointment for an interview. I have my resume right here." I say, with a wonderful, fake smile.
"Go up to floor number 36. You'll be speaking to Lucious Fox. Mr. Fox will tell you everything you need to know. Sign here on this paper and I'll give you a pass up." The woman said, handing me a clipboard. I took the pen from her hand and signed for myself. She then gave me a badge on a lanyard.
"Thank you," I add politely, making my way to the elevator. I wait patiently for it to arrive and a man walks up next to me. He looks at me and smiles. He outstretches a hand to me and greets me.
"Hello. Are you new here?" He asks, a smile never leaving.
"Oh, yes, Sir. I'm going up to see Mr. Fox about a job in programming. Floor 36, I believe." I take his hand and shake it, both of our handshakes firm. The elevator dings its arrival and he motions for me to get on first.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't believe I caught your name." I say, looking over at the man. He looks at me and just nods. I keep my smile, as politely wait patiently for my floor.
I got off at 36, as directed. But he got off with me. Odd. I walked down the hallway, not finding Mr. Fox's office anywhere. I saw a door at the end and I assumed it is my destination. The man was still following me, his hands in his pockets and a strand of dark brown hair falling in his face. I arrived at the door and knocked three times. I heard shuffling and then the door opens. An old, light skinned man appeared and looked at me, smiling nicely.
"Hi, I'm here to set up an interview for your open position for programming. I have my resume here that I can leave with you." I stretch out my hand to shake his, smiling my polite smile even still. He takes it and invites me in.
"Welcome, I'm Lucius Fox; I see that you've already met Mr. Wayne, here."
My mouth dropped open into a small 'O' as I turned slowly to see him. I gulped and quickly regained my composure.
"Good morning, Mr. Wayne." Mr. Fox said, shutting the door behind Bruce Wayne.
I hadn't been here long and I already knew he was the playboy milliona-no, billionaire. He motioned for me to sit down on the side of the desk, opposite if Mr. Fox. I sat down and held my resume firmly. It was odd though, my hands had started to shake. That never happens. I was genuinely…..nervous?
"May I see your resume, Miss..?"
"Oh, Vaughn. Lily Vaughn, Mr. Fox." I say, handing over a copy of resume. I offered a copy to Mr. Wayne, who took it, a smile plastered onto his face. I looked at him and saw beauty in his features. How was this man not married already?
"Well, Miss Vaughn. Let's start that interview."