'Goodness, it's only my first day of work and I'm ALREADY lost,' Caroline thought to herself, feeling utterly hopeless as she wandered aimlessly throughout the many corridors of the large facility. Clutching her notepad securely within her tightly clinched hands, the young woman decided to turn around and walk back to where she originally came from. But before she could do so, the noise of footsteps could be heard alongside the sound of two voices.
"Ah, no way Rick! You gotta be joking," one of the men chuckled, his thick British accent becoming fairly apparent, as the two employees traveled closer to her location. "There is absolutely NO way that you'll ever get a date with her!"
'Hey, I recognize that voice…' she thought to herself, feeling surprised. She concentrated on trying to recognize the owner of the voice was.
"Oh? Since when did you become the love guru?" the man named Rick replied haughtily. Continuing on with his accusations, "I don't see YOU doing any better, four eyes!"
"Hey! For your information, I did get lucky! In fact, unlike you, I'm currently in a relationship!"
'Oh, now I remember,' she thought, realization dawning at her, 'it was that clumsy accountant that greeted me the other day, Back when I first applied for this job…what was his name again? I believe that it was Wheatley or something.'
"Is that so? And who would that be?"
"Chell," Wheatley replied, blushing lightly as he removed his glasses to clean them from some pesky dust particles.
"You mean that mute test subject?" Rick asked, his bemused tone earning a harsh glare from his blue-eyed companion.
"You know what?" he began, looking away from the burly man beside him. "I'm just gonna pretend that you don't even exist right now."
Without a second thought, Caroline decided that it was now or than.
"Um, excuse me…but do you know where Mr. Johnson's office is located?"
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Janitor's Office
Reading off the outrageously large sign plastered outside the large metallic door. Caroline couldn't help but feel a large wave of disbelief and disappointment hit her, wave after wave, as she stared at the door for several long moments. Complementing on whether or not she should just leave right here, right now.
"If I see that blue-eyed moron ever again I swear that I'm gonna-!"
"Excuse me, sheila... but I couldn't help but notice that you've been shouting."
Hearing an Australian accent from behind, the brunette paused from her spiteful rant, instead deciding to turn around to face the information broker from behind her.
"You must be the new secretary right?" he asked her curiously, looking at her intently as a lopsided smile appeared on his face.
"Yes that's me," she answered, unsure on how to react at the man's question.
"Good, Cave called me to go get ya' not too long ago." He said, pausing momentarily before adding on. "He's been a bit worried as to where his new secretary went, either way my name's John and yours is..?"
"Caroline."
"Nice to meet you, Caroline," John said, taking of his hat so he could bow before her. "Just make sure that you don't follow anymore instructions from Wheatley ever again, alright?"