<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the elevator, heading to the Lobby...</em></span></div><br/>Elevator music played softly in the background, so much so that you almost missed it due to the whirring of mechanisms. The petite woman hummed softly to herself, eyes lowered to the clipboard in her hands.<em>Flip.</em>That sharp rustling of paper, the snick as it was flicked over to the next page. A closer look showed that she was going over a list of resumes - more specifically, the new models and staff that should be showing up sometime today.<br/><br/>Still early in the morning, Aline had found that not only were they short on staff to begin with...but no one had arrived yet! Typical.<br/><br/>Brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen as she read, she tucked it back behind her ear. The rest had been styled in a messy up-do, tied in a half-bun leaving plenty of the dark locks styled to the side. The longest piece of spritzed hair tickled the back of her neck, silver wire twined into twin drops hung from her ears while her neck was left bare. The suit jacket (http://www.fashionica.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/kostym.jpg) she wore had been left unbuttoned, a creamy silk blouse revealed underneath. The low cut of her blouse revealed glimpses of soft curves, but nothing that could be deemed unprofessional.<br/><br/>When the numbers at the top of the elevator glowed '3', a hand went down to smooth away any creases, to tug the jacket neatly in place, and back up to ensure that her hair could be considered fashionable instead of a mess. Checking herself in the reflecting metal of the doors, she saw that her makeup wasn't smudge - so light a layer that only the hint of mascara and eyeliner gave her secret away. Many times, her age was a disadvantage. People took one look and eyebrows would raise. Too young, they said.<br/><br/>It hadn't stopped her so far.<br/><br/>As the doors slid open, she stepped out and stopped to glance around at the surrounding walls. This was the end result of all those previous months toiling away. Advertising, recruiting, finances. All worth it.<br/><br/>Walking towards the front of the gallery, a shock of bright green hair attracted her eyes right away. Ah yes, Kunoichi. The assistant who was always too eager, always trying to please,...always somehow managing to incur catastrophes in ways Aline hadn't known possible. Perhaps she was better off in the gallery. Noting that she was still sweeping, a look of utter concentration on her face, Aline merely nodded a silent approval for fear of breaking her concentration and hearing the shattering of glass frames soon after.<br/><br/>Brushing away idle thoughts, she spotted a familiar figure that brought a pleasant smile to her lips. Heels clacked sharply against the tiled floor as she walked around the large front desk. It seemed that people hadn't started showing up yet. A thought flashed past her mind that perhaps they had wandered to the back of the gallery, for the time being..."Mr. Pierce! What brings you to Waxing Rhapsodic today? Already looking for another beautiful piece?"