Watching as Addison eyed him up and down, Preston felt like all of his worst fears about this new assignment were about to come true.  Ignoring the fact that he had been judging her just as harshly, and unfairly, moments ago, Preston tried not to look at this in the worst possible of lights.  After all, there was absolutely no way out of this, not now, and if he did a bad job, or probably even if he did a good job but she gave him a bad report to her father, he was sunk.  He NEEDED this now, so he couldn’t take the chance of making things go badly.<br/><br/>“Well, it be fair, I kind of guessed really.”  Preston admitted, trying on his smile again and hoping it didn’t look too fake.  “Which was probably not a great idea.  After all, if you asked me what my father did, I doubt I’d be able to tell you.”  Preston shrugged, maybe for the first time in the last few minutes looking like someone closer to Addison’s own age.  Pulling out his phone, Preston started tapping away as he ordered a few iced coffees.  He liked one himself from time to time, so he didn’t have to search long.  Instead, as he placed the order, his lips spoke without really thinking.<br/><br/>“Yeah, the supply closet isn’t the way.  One person could hardly fit, and it’s really dusty.  The mapping room in the one you want.  Super quiet with all the papers on the wall, and hardly anyone goes in there.”  Finishing the order, Preston pressed the last few keys to place the coffees on his credit card.  He imagined him paying was supposed to be a dig, but a few bucks was more than worth getting out of this unscathed.  Looking up as Addison passed him, his inadvertently watching her as she sashayed by.<br/><br/>Looking up as she held the door, Preston was quick to follow her out, passing her and heading for the large open room full of desks and cubicles.  “Ok, so this is the main room.  Bull pen or something some people call it, but I don’t know why.  I am not sure who you know, but we can do introductions later if you want.”  Stepping in a few feet, Preston paused.  “Ok, so this is my desk.  I am usually here all day, so if you need anything while you are here, you can stop by.”  He pointed out, ignoring the somewhat pained look on Mary’s “busy” face as he said it.  “Anyway, back there is your Dad’s office, but that is probably the last place you need to see, right?”<br/><br/>Not really waiting for an answer to a rhetorical question, Preston moved on down the main hall.  “This is our main conference room.”  Preston pointed out, the room in question a large one, one wall a bank of windows looking out over the city and the center dominated by a large wooden table surrounded by comfortable looking chairs.  “This is where most meetings are held, although there is a smaller room by the front door, and one attached to your father’s office.   With not much else to say about a big empty room, Preston kept going down the hall.<br/><br/>“Ok, so here are the two offices of the Chief Architect, and the Construction Manager.  They are both out, on vacation and on the job site respectively.”  He said outside the two closed doors.  “A little further down here is the aforementioned supply closet, and at the very end is the map and drawing room.  Opening the last door, the motion sensor took a second to flicker the lights to life, revealing a room filled top to bottom with cubby holed shelves filled with large rolls of paper.  “It’s basically a room filled with papers.  A little fire hazardy, and kind of unnecessary since everything is on computers now, but your Dad likes to do things the old fashioned way sometimes.”<br/><br/>Turning to face Addison at last, Preston stopped his mile a minute speaking, and smiled a little more genuinely in relief at the tour portion being over.  “Like you’ve said, you’ve seen the breakroom, so that is about it.  Was there anything more you wanted to see?  We’ve probably still got a bit before the coffees get here.”