"So, what department do you belong to?." The receiptionist questioned as she looked up to stare at Sabrina.
"The art department. Clothing and Fabrics."
"Have you done your interview?."
"Well…" Sabrina trailed off. She should have agreed when Lexis offered to take her to the and settle stuffs like this, but she turned down the offer because she didn't want the workers—the employees to start respecting her as the 'VIP' of Lexis or give her looks of one that used her position to take advantage of things.
Now, she was regretting it.
"Yeah?." The receptionist arched a brow, impatience clear on her face.
"I—."
"Theresa." George suddenly appeared out of nowhere, panting heavily beside Sabrina.
"Mr Waynold," Theresa, the receptionist smiled as she greeted, "Good morning."
"Morning." He faced Sabrina with a friendly smile, "Make Mrs Woods—Miss Wonders comfortable. Take her to the fashion and clothing department. She's a member there now." He directed at Theresa.
"Yes, Mr Waynold." She glanced curiously at Sabrina, as George whispered something into her ear.
"Enjoy your first day. I got my eyes on you!."
George winked at Sabrina before racing away.
She chuckled at his silliness when she felt the hostile stare from the receiptionist.
Theresa called on a woman before leading Sabrina to the elevator.
"The fashion designing department is at the 45th floor. The director is Aurora Keithsman, the assistant director is Owen Desmond." She explained with a hint of annoyance—like she didn't like the fact that Sabrina would be working with them.
"You just have to ask about Aurora and tell her what field you specialise on; male or female clothes or both." The click from this lift made her to stop.
She signaled Sabrina to move out, but remained inside, "just ask any random person to show you the way." She said.
Before the elevator closed, Sabrina heard her say something about loose and irresponsible women.
She shrugged. She didn't know what her deal was; why the so-called Theresa was acting so angry. But, like usual, she didn't give a rat's butt about it. She could fuck herself for all she care.
A tall man with dark blonde hair was talking to two women. She decided to meet him to inquire about the department and director.
"Hey." She waved her hand as he finished speaking with the women.
He faced her. He had light green eyes, with one ear pierced. Sabrina couldn't help but compliment his calm, beauty.
He smiled, his eyes flashed with suprise but it quickly disappeared. As he smiled, Sabrina noticed two deep dimples, "Hi, how can I help you?."
"I'm Sabrina Wonders. I'm assigned to the fashion department. I just need your assistance to meet mis Aurora keithsman or Mister Owen Desmond."
He smiled wider as he recalled when George told him about a woman—special woman that would be working with them. He even pleaded with him to assist her in every possible way.
"Nice to have you with us, Miss Wonders," he extended his hand for a handshake, "I'm Owen Desmond, the assistant director."
Sabrina's eyes circled in surprise, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were Owen! Please forgive my casualty towards you just now." She apologised, which made Owen to laugh.
He waved it off, "There's no problem, come, follow me let me take you to the department."
They sauntered to the department.
As they got inside, Sabrina was suprised by the fanciness and orderliness of everything; there were about fifteen persons, each on their seats, working—typing into their computers, while some were drawing.
However, one that caught her attention was a woman—a red haired woman with sharp exquisite makeup, giving out instructions coldly and harshly.
She was yelling at a young woman—a nerd, no doubt, with big square glasses, her face facing down the floor as the woman yelled nonstop at her,
"How many times do I have to tell go to stop adding too much sugar in my coffee? You made me have a terrible stomach ache yesterday! Or did you do it on purpose? You four-eyed monster?!." She scolded the timid woman, her eyes filled with disdain and anger.
It was at that dot Sabrina knew she disliked the red haired.
How could a woman be so overbearing?
"The woman is Aurora." Owen muttered.
She stared at him in disbelief, "What?."
"She's Aurora Keithsman," uncomfortable with the troubled look on her face, he added, "don't worry, she's a very easygoing person who just gets angry easily. But you don't have to worry."
She didn't have to worry indeed, Sabrina thought as the red haired nagger went to pick on another person.
"Aurora!." Owen called out to her.
She walked towards them with a blank face, her hand placed by the side of her waist.
Her fake purple contrasts lingered on Sabrina briefly, with no emotion before averting them to Owen.
"Yeah?."
Owen pushed Sabrina to her softly, "She's the new fashion designer George told us about."
"Oh, you?." She trained her fake purple eyes on her, with a look of uncertainty.
She folded her arms with a disapproved expression.
"I don't think she's capable of doing anything relating to this field."
"She's someone brought by George himself. She must really be talented or he wouldn't have brought her." Owen defended.
Sabrina picked her brows together—a sign of irritation and frustration.
What was the redhead's problem?
"Owen, there's something called trade by barter. I'm pretty sure she must have climbed her bed—."
Sabrina's cold, flaccid tone cut her off, "Are you trying to say, I slept with Mr George to work here?."
Aurora glanced at her from the corner of her eyes, "What else? If not that?."
Sabrina inhaled and exhaled, "I'd advise Miss Redhead not to judge people based on her own actions, not everyone is like you that would bed their way to get a job."
She said so politely that Aurora hadn't realised she insulted until Sabrina walked past her.
Realisation hit her, "Wait, Owen, did she just call me a redhead? Did she just called me a hoe indirectly?."
Owen rolled his eyes, "Aurora, if you must act all mighty and judgemental, and hit-tempted, atleast, not to her. She's someone brought by George himself, with the instruction of taking good care of her, that basically means she's important. I'm warning you as a colleague." He said to her before heading to his office.
Aurora rolled her eyes, "What can a one-nightstand do? Bullshit."