<div align="center"><em>Matilda...Arriving for work.</em></div><br/>Matilda Haraldsen had experienced quite a first day. She was late, and then coerced to model for a man she barely knew. However, it was only a headshot, and she could do that. After all, she was a theatrical actress and singer. She had headshots...and this would be no different. Still, she had taken extra care this morning with her shower, toilette, make-up and hair. Her red locks fell in shiny ringlets around her pale face, and her make-up was simple, but pretty. She figured she could always touch up before the shoot unless they had an artist.<br/><br/>She wore a black and white knee length skirt, a black form-fitting sweater with a black belt around her waist, and then black heels. (http://blog.cleveland.com/shopaholic/2008/03/medium_ann2.jpeg) Her earrings and necklace were simple pearls, and she had a lightly floral perfume spritzed on her.<br/><br/>When she reached the building, she checked her cell phone and realized that she wasn't late today. She was supposed to be here at 9:30, as Lulu was opening, and it was only 9:10. Sighing in relief, she smiled at the other staff member and went around to put her black handbag beneath the reception desk.<br/><br/><strong>"What should I do?"</strong><br/><br/>She looked at the man that Lulu was speaking to and backed away a bit, smiling and blushing at her rudeness.<br/><strong><br/>"Oh...sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."</strong><br/><br/>When another man came in, looking a bit unsure...but quite a lot like a model...Matilda moved to him and smiled from behind the desk. Tilting her head, she spoke in her Norwegian accent.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning. Can I help you?"</strong>