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appointment but..."
    "No," I said, very firmly. "I'm here
to apply for the personal assistant position with Lucent Storme and
I am requesting you set up an appointment so I may speak with him
about my prospects. That is what I want you to do."
    She frowned at me, some sad,
sympathetic look. She didn't know, nor did she understand. How
could she? I didn't expect her to, and yet if she'd just... it was
so simple. All she needed to do was page him, or whatever system
they had for that, and then...
    Someone came up next to me and put
their hand on my shoulder and I nearly punched them, that's how
frustrated I was right now. If they tried to escort me out of the
building, I was going to cause a scene, I knew it.
    "Sandy," a woman's voice said,
commanding and sweet. "Elise has an appointment with Lucent
already. He must have forgotten to set it up properly. I'll take
her upstairs, alright?"
    I had an appointment with Lucent
already? How? What? I turned and looked and stared at the woman. Oh
my God! It was Jessika Landseer. This was... I shouldn't have
stared or gaped or acted like some starstruck idiot, but I did all
of those things.
    "Mrs. Landseer," I said. "Thank you.
Um. I know Lucent, er... Mr. Storme, and I saw the position on the
website, so I thought..."
    She smiled at me, happy and nice.
Reaching for the resume I kept clenched between my fingers(or, now,
balled in my fist), she tilted her head to the side, silently
asking for it. I handed it to her, unsure what else to do. This was
Jessika Landseer, wife to Asher Landseer, and a billionaire in her
own right.
    She wrote books, too. I'd read one
once, thinking that people only bought them because of who she was,
but afterwards I knew that wasn't it. She wrote nicely, clean and
crisp, with a specific poetic flair that lured you on, word after
word. Also, the stories were interesting, too. Fun,
character-driven, with enjoyable plots. Different, too.
    I wanted to gush, even though I
shouldn't gush, but I did gush. "I've read your books," I said.
"One of them, at least. I really liked it. I'm in a Creative
Writing program now at the state college and my hope is to be
published one day, too."
    She smirked at me, playful. "Are you
here for the Lucent position or should I set up an interview
between you and I?"
    "Oh," I said. "Sorry. No, I can't. I'm
here to talk with Lucent."
    She escorted me to the
elevators; they were a crystal clear glass affair, rising up
throughout the building. They reminded me of a Roald Dahl book I'd
read when I was younger: Charlie and the
Great Glass Elevator . Did these elevators
have buttons to every conceivable place? If I pushed the correct
one, would it transport me directly to where I wanted to go?
Directly to Lucent, a hasty arrival, or would I mistake the buttons
and end up trapped in orbit in outer space like in the
book?
    Likely neither, but the fantasy of it
intrigued me. I'd like that, I thought. A direct shuttle to Lucent,
wherever he was.
    The elevator dinged and the doors
opened. I entered alongside Mrs. Landseer, walking in a daze. I
just wanted to see Lucent, but it seemed so hard.
    She pushed a button and the door to
the elevator closed. The two of us were the only ones
inside.
    "Do you want to tell me what
happened?" she asked.
    I glanced over at her, confused. "What
do you mean?"
    "With you and Lucent? In the
library?"
    "Oh." She knew?
    "I think he likes you, but he's
difficult," she said with a nod.
    "Oh."
    "This is a good resume, by the way.
I'm sure we could find a position for you here. Lucent would be an
idiot to pass you up as his personal assistant, but he's extremely
stubborn about these things. I don't understand him
sometimes."
    "I like that I don't understand him,"
I said. "I just wish he'd let me do it closer."
    "Oh?" she asked, grinning. "Tell me
more."
    I blushed. "You're Jessika Landseer.
You're famous. I..."
    "Pft," she blew a puff of air up,
sending it swishing into her bangs. "Stop that. I'm just me. You're
just you.