<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Natalie</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"> - meeting, lost slipper, meeting ... what a morning!</span></span></em><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i53.tinypic.com/72bqer.png)</div>Natalie dressed pristinely in a navy trouser suit with pale blue blouse, buttoned right up to her neck and tied with a delicate looking bow looked as out of place in the madness of the production set as a rose in field of cacti but she loved it here, as stressful as it was, as crazy as those she had to work with were; she loved it. Even now on her way to the early morning meeting, getting waylaid to find Candle Lights ridiculously expensive slipper did not upset her well placed smile or air of decorum. She tried to maintain her professionalism at all costs though she had to admit, maintaining that equilibrium here was a tough task most days.<br/><br/>Glancing at her watch she had about five minutes left, Mikey had already hollered for his staff which had made her cringe. She always preferred being in there before any of them showed up and now she'd have more or less crap flung at her for half the day for being his version of late. She was not tardy and hated not being her usual punctual self but she also knew that Candle needed to be placated as best as possible. With a sigh she scratched her perfectly tied up hair that fell in a neat ponytail down her back and standing up from her search behind a few dumpsters decided someone else would simply have to find the blasted slipper.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry I'm late</strong>" she smiled as she entered the room, knowing at best she was probably bang on time now if anything. The associate producers were there as was Candy and of course Mikey. She winced on seeing he already had his coffee and noted that she'd have to thank whoever had set him up with it later, unless of course he had poured his own then she would surely get an ear full.<br/><br/><strong>"Can I fix any one coffee, tea ...?"</strong>she smiled once again laying her own clipboard down on the table where she always sat and moved to the refreshment desk.