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</div>Jenny Alvarez arrived at the hotel on her ageing Suziki GS500. A weeks worth of clothes, especially underwear, her make-up, and a couple of tampons (just in case although she wasn't expecting to start that week) were all stuffed into a back-pack on her back. Her handbag and all the stuff she'd been told to bring, were all tucked in the machine's top box.  She parked up, took her helmet off and shook out her long dark hair, then headed up the steps and into the foyer. At the desk she told the girl that she was with the training party for ZumTech, and was directed to a small conference room.<br/><br/>Once there, she looked around. A half dozen or so other men and women were standing around, looking awkward and pretending not to be embarassed. In fact, she knew that this training course was supposed to help them get to know the other new hires. Apparently the hotel was over-booked and they had been told they would have to share rooms. The company had assured all of them that they would be sharing with someone the same gender and the rooms would be twins.<br/><br/>Jenny was waiting for the inevitable dig at her height when someone would suggest bunkbeds, but so far no-one had. She stood only 4'10" tall, and generally wore children's clothing. Most teenagers were taller, never mind most adults.<br/><br/>"Ah, hello...?" A woman Jenny recognised, in fact the only person  in the room she did know, approached her, clipboard in hand. "Miss Alvirez, yes?"<br/><br/>"Alv<i>a</i>rez," Jenny corrected. "Jenny. Yes." She read the badge the woman wore and nodded. "Pat. You interviewed me."<br/><br/>"Yes, you have a good memory." Pat replied and pulled a badge holder out of a bag on her shoulder, wrote<i>Jenny </i>on a piece of card, put the two together and handed the badge to Jenny.<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>Pat nodded. "Help yourself to tea and coffee, there's water and juice too. The hotel should be bringing in some sandwiches too. Anyway, uh... feel free to mingle, get to know the others. You'll be working together as a team, so... Ah, hello...?"<br/><br/>It sounded like a rehearsed speech, one Pat was glad to have interrupted by the door opening and someone else arriving. Jenny clipped her badge to the tee shirt she was wearing under her leather jacket, a plane white tee unadorned and neutral. She dumped her bags at the side of the room where everyone else had dumped theirs and headed for the buffet, which already had an array of sandwiches and finger foods - clearly Pat hadn't noticed it arrive.<br/><br/>Sales. She had been told by family and friends that sales was a cut-throat job and she should reconsider. But in this day and age, so far as Jenny was concerned, a job was a job, and if she quit before she'd even started, what did that say about her to other possible employers. And besides, from what she understood, while the basic pay was okay - enough to live on certainly, the bonus incentives were really something. Greed made her eyes light up. She picked up a piece of cold chicken and bit into it, just for something to do.