Someone she hadn't recognized was soon standing next to her. A faint memory, she had seen her around the office before, but they had never met. Either way, she seemed a bit on nerve. Sarah offered her a simple smile, the outlook of this meeting with the CEO already not looking too well.<br/><br/>Eyes snapping back to Mr. D'angelo as he began to speak, squinting slightly as she looked over the report on his lap top.<br/><br/>She knew her sales weren't the best, but rock bottom? The company must only have the best of the best, other jobs she did fairly well... but fairly well was the equivalent of rock bottom here. Hands folded in front of her, doing her best to keep from making any nervous twitches.<br/><br/>He<em>fixed that problem</em>, was her boss really fired because of her bad performance? She did see him packing his things with a security guard in his office. Sarah suddenly felt very guilty. Why should he be fired when it was her fault?<br/><br/>Not waiting to hear Jessica's response, she immediately spoke up. "I want nothing more than a position on your staff, sir." Hoping that he didn't hear the slight ping of anxiety in her soft voice. This job was too good to lose.