<div align="center"><em>Matilda "Tilly" Haraldsen</em></div><br/>Tilly saw her boss and the man look her way, and she nibbled her bottom lip nervously.<br/><br/><em>Please don't fire me...please don't fire me...please don't fire me.</em><br/><br/>The mantra was repeated several times in her head before she took a deep breath and looked back at the two. Should she say something? Go to them? Was Aline expecting her to take her place? Would she be offended if she tried? The young Norwegian redhead tried to calm herself as she looked their way. No one else was in the lobby right now, and she had been trained to take care of visitors.<br/><br/>Hoping that she wouldn't get in trouble, Tilly came around from behind the desk and walked toward the man and woman. Clearing her throat awkwardly as she moved to them, she smiled politely at both Alina and Shawn.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Ms. Myobi, for being late. It won't happen again."<br/><br/>Next she turned her attention to Shawn.<br/><br/>"Is there anything I can help you with Sir?"<br/><br/>She smiled at him and her blue eyes remained fixed on his. A slight Scandinavian accent peppered her words, but her English was well-honed after years of living in America. Tucking a stray red curl behind her pale ear, she stood off to the side of them and held her hands behind her back.