As the lift opened, she blinked rather confused not yet aware, until the ding sounded, the impressive and loud ding. A polite voice informed her that she was on the correct floor. The voice might as well have been a leering creeper, because she jumped in shock, before swinging around and staring into the rather spacious office. It felt like one of those you saw in a movie with a long walkway towards the table at far-end, with filing cabinets a very long table covered with papers and what appeared to be someone appearing very busy.<br/><br/>Gulping she spoke, "Am I at the right place?" trying to remove some of the timidness from her voice, she tried once more, "It was just I was told there was going to be another person here..." appearing terribly unsure, she went on, "I know I am late, but I promise I finished one of the best in my class, and excelled in memorization and taking down of criminals, don't let your first impression colour your perception of me, please."<br/><br/>Great now she was pleading, "I really want to help people, and I will make up for this, I just need this chance. my Dad was head of 23rd Street Department for 20 years running, and ever since he retired I wanted the job, please give me a chance, I promise won't let you down."<br/><br/>There appeared to be tears in her eyes now, everything about this whole meeting had gone shitty.