<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 Lobby, speaking to Shawn Albert Pierce - Matilda Olava Haraldsen nearby...</em></span></div><br/><em>No need with the formalities, Aline, we are friends last I checked.</em><br/><br/>Aline smiled warmly in response. Certainly, Shawn had been a supporter of Waxing Rhapsodic since they recently opened a few months back but even so Aline made it a point to never come off as too friendly. It was hard to tell what sort of mood her precious clients were in and the last thing she'd want to do was accidentally offend them some way. After all, even with the income she had been left at her parents' death, the company hadn't been profiting well...until now. Then again, Waxing Rhapsodic was fairly new despite the impact it had made in the media.<br/><br/>"Certainly Shawn. So how may I help you today?" A question that staff were expected to pose to all potential visitors, buyer or not.<br/><br/><em>...I am simply watching, now, looking to see if anything catches the corner of my eye. I was, however, wondering if-</em><br/><br/>At this very moment, the girl who was<em>supposed</em>to have already been sitting behind the counter doing exactly what Aline was doing, walked in. It only took a glance for her to place the woman's face to the picture attached in her resume. The name however...? A quick flip and skimming across the top answered her own query. Matilda Olava Haraldsen. She'd seemed eager enough to work during the interview, bubbly even. Late on the first day by...eyes sliding over to a large clock above the doors told her 7 minutes. Most newcomers try to arrive early, not late. Aline tucked this note away in the back of her mind as the other woman tried to discreetly take her place behind the desk.<br/><br/>It was a moment before she noticed the interest in Shawn's eyes. The way his eyes slid over her body appreciatively, taking in the gait of her walk, the smallest glances that she made in their direction. It seemed Mr. Pierce may have found his target for the day, a new passion to acquire. Realizing this, her eyes brightened from the disapproving glance she'd shot in Matilda's direction.<br/><br/><em>You have her working the desk, do you have any shots of her I may look at, or have I lucked out this day?</em><br/><br/>These were the few times when she praised herself for installing the overly large counter. It was practically another office cubicle, just nicer. No ugly grays and tiny squares will be found in her gallery. Her voice also lowered to a hushed whisper in response, though she could see from his expression that he already knew he'd have to go home empty-handed today. "I see you've taken a fancy to our new employee. Matilda Olava Haraldsen is what the resume says. Twenty-three with no particular skills...as of yet. Seemed nice enough during the interview, and we've been short-handed." Her expression turned apologetic, even wistful even. "Of course, since you're a regular here and I know how much you love our works. I'm sure we can work something out. It's the least I can do for a friend, right?"<br/>