A/N: Nothing much to say. Just read…? It's a bit short but, hey.
Chapter 2: No Such Thing as Rock n' Roll
Alicia couldn't quite believe it. Out of possibly hundreds of applications they'd picked her, a fighter with no medical experience, to be the first infirmary nurse. Maybe they liked starting small at ShinRa. Maybe not. Frankly, Alicia was pretty intimidated just by the building. It was huge. She felt like there was someone at every window, staring at her, just waiting for her to move so they could report it back to the president.
She laughed at herself. They wouldn't keep a lowlife medic under surveillance. Would they? She couldn't think of a reason, but maybe the president thought that she might steal information. Then she'd need surveillance, so they knew what she'd do with said information. So they could easily take her out with a sniper rifle. Alicia laughed at herself. Again.
The doors were so glossy that Alicia didn't even want to touch them. She used her cuff incase they decided that she couldn't come in until she cleaned her fingerprints off the doors. Nobody else's fingerprints seemed to be there. The desk clerk seemed nice, even sending for an off-duty Turk to escort Alicia to the President's office.
When they arrived, the tall bald Turk hadn't said a word all the way there. Alicia was surprised simply by the sound of his voice when he told her to 'wait'. How specific. Alicia did as she was instructed despite the strange instructions, peeping through the blinds every now and again to see what was going on. There was a woman in there, quite tall and slender, with long curly brown hair that hung loosely over her shoulders. Alicia couldn't see her face.
After a while, the woman exited the room. Big black sunglasses covered a large portion of her face. She stopped outside to wave at Alicia, then wished her good luck before walking swiftly on long legs down the corridor. Alicia wondered if she worked here. It didn't look like it. She was too carefree.
The office Alicia soon found herself in was very executive. Everything was shiny metals and glossy wood. She daren't touch anything, just like at the doors, so once again she rolled her cuffs over her fists. Butterflies were trying to escape her stomach. Alicia felt like throwing up whatever she'd eaten for breakfast. She couldn't remember. The only thing she was focused on was the blonde man sat across from her in his pristine white suit.
Alicia glanced at the clock. 9:15am. She was right on time. How? She'd been waiting for ages! The man shuffled some papers around his desk and looked up at Alicia, still stood in the doorway. He flashed a warm smile, gesturing to a leather armchair. "Please, sit." He offered. His voice was like velvet.
So Alicia sat, all the way through his explanations of how he likes everything punctual and precise, how he likes everything fair and fine. How he's the president of the company. How she got the job. Then how he strongly recommended her to go and see his brother, director of SOLDIER, and get started. She'd never been so overwhelmed.
And then she remembered.
She'd eaten cornflakes for breakfast.