Maykiri
Nicest Alien Around
The woman sat across the the man, legs crossed, hand clasped in her lap. The folder of his resume was open on her desk, though she had simply glanced at it, her piercing leaf green eyes as she looked at his own. She didn't seem to move a muscle, simply looking at him, and occasionally breathing. Her dress was strapless, and a dark blue. The man couldn't see that she wore no shoes, something she didn't seem to care about anymore. Her hair was long, and curled, some resting over her shoulder and in her lap.
The room was a more modern room. Her desk was the focal point, being rather large and wood. The room also had some shelving behind her, and was filled with lots of books, though the shelving behind was filled with some very valuable artifacts, and was encased, a lock on the top and bottom of the door. Behind the man there was a case. It would be the first thing he saw when he had walked in. It held a book, that looked fairly old and in a language he didn't understand.
The room was a more modern room. Her desk was the focal point, being rather large and wood. The room also had some shelving behind her, and was filled with lots of books, though the shelving behind was filled with some very valuable artifacts, and was encased, a lock on the top and bottom of the door. Behind the man there was a case. It would be the first thing he saw when he had walked in. It held a book, that looked fairly old and in a language he didn't understand.
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