Arriving with a lurch she was prod awake by an expectant driver, shaking her head, she smiled sheepishly muttering a, "thanks." before getting up from her awkward position in the back. This took some surprising effort thankfully she noticed her top was not done up properly now, revealing her standard bra, this time little more awake she managed to do the buttons right and zip up her Cadet fleece.<br/><br/>As she started to get out the car, the driver handed her a mint and a box of paracetamol, "Knock 'em dead and make the Academy proud."<br/><br/>Nodding she took two pills swallowed and then started sucking a mint, at least she felt more awake, checking her clothes once over in the car rear-view mirror she was relieved to see that everything seemed adequate, relieved with one last wave to the driver, she climbed up the shallow staircase and entered the claustrophobic hallway, seeing people milling in and out, not even stopping to see what was going on, she checked her pocket.<br/><br/>A couple of things fell out, but in the clutter she bent down and found the piece of the paper with the details, reading it over once, she stuffed the other stuff back in, before heading for the lift. Organized was no way to describe but she made up for this by being passionate, stepping into the closing doors, she pushed floor 7 and waited as it was went up, people leaving and entering, occasionally out of subconscious fear she tried to tidy her hair even more, it was during one of these times that the door opened, sadly for her this lift opened up in the office, so as they saw her they could see someone desperately trying to tidy her hair, cursing quietly and appearing totally unprofessional.