Lady Jane
Senior Member
Sam's office door was guarded by her secretary and personal assistant, an attractive young man with dark hair and a slim build. His soft voice and demure appearance belied his remarkable capabilities in organizing the director's meetings, answering her phone calls, and seeing to the other details of her life. Visitors to her office were greeted with a tight-lipped smile and a bid to wait in one of the red plush chairs just across from his desk.
Upon his invitation, they were ushered through double metal doors ornately carved with minimalist curved lines set into a perfectly formed square in the top center of each door. Sam's office windows took up a good two-thirds of the wall, and opened up to a view of the lakeshore that continued over the horizon. At night, the lights of Alliance City would provide a near-limitless golden sea. Right now, though, it was a hot summer's day, and even the birds couldn't make it to the lake to cool off.
Sam sat behind a burnished stainless steel desk and glanced over several projections from its surface that served as computer screens. Her well-manicured nails tapped rhythmically at inlaid buttons that responded to her touch.
Passing through the doors, visitors would find black bookshelves looming on all sides, well overhead, showcasing Sam's extensive collection. Though print media had all but disappeared in this day and age, Sam was something of a collector, boasting anything from Sun Tzu's The Art of War to several Shakespeare classics and nearly ancient fiction like C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia. The latter was admittedly a self-indulgent fantasy. A few works of prominent physicists also graced her shelves, but the bulk of the collection was that of history and political theory.
Upon his invitation, they were ushered through double metal doors ornately carved with minimalist curved lines set into a perfectly formed square in the top center of each door. Sam's office windows took up a good two-thirds of the wall, and opened up to a view of the lakeshore that continued over the horizon. At night, the lights of Alliance City would provide a near-limitless golden sea. Right now, though, it was a hot summer's day, and even the birds couldn't make it to the lake to cool off.
Sam sat behind a burnished stainless steel desk and glanced over several projections from its surface that served as computer screens. Her well-manicured nails tapped rhythmically at inlaid buttons that responded to her touch.
Passing through the doors, visitors would find black bookshelves looming on all sides, well overhead, showcasing Sam's extensive collection. Though print media had all but disappeared in this day and age, Sam was something of a collector, boasting anything from Sun Tzu's The Art of War to several Shakespeare classics and nearly ancient fiction like C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia. The latter was admittedly a self-indulgent fantasy. A few works of prominent physicists also graced her shelves, but the bulk of the collection was that of history and political theory.