Suzzanah's POV Claustrophobia- the fear of closed spaces. Its rather common so people have stopped taking it seriously when they should! I would have died of suffocation if the doors to that metal container they call an elevator, hadn't slid open exactly when they did. The doors hadn't even opened completely and I found myself squeezing out of the gap in between them. The receptionist looked freaked out but thankfully didn't say anything as I gulped down air hungrily. After a few seconds of acting like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up all the air around me, I composed myself and slowly turned to the receptionist while wondering what to say to redeem my uncustomary behavior. "Um, uh...first day of work jitters you know haha", I laughed nervously. The receptionist, whose name tag read Cindy Barton, gave me a tight lipped smile, or at least I hope it was a smile. "This way please", she said in a steely manner and started walking into the corridor on the left. I brought my nervous laughter to an abrupt end and followed suit. 10 minutes into my first day and already a person disliked me. Not the best way to start out, I thought sighing inwardly. If I thought this place was beautiful on the outside, I don't even have words to describe the inside. Everything about this place screamed wealth. Large, spacious rooms with white shiny marbled floors so clean that I could see my reflection in them. The doors were all made of glass, with intricate and beautiful designs on them. Lovely showpieces of various colours, sizes and types hung on the walls. I never really had eye for interior decoration but man this place's interiors were THE BOMB! I was so awed that I had to remind myself to close my mouth before we entered a nice looking room with a large desk and shelves containing files and other paperwork stacked up messily. On a rotating chair behind the desk, sat a young-ish man in a grey suit, his brown hair combed back in a prim and proper fashion, and eyes hidden behind thin rimmed spectacles. "Mr. Talon, I brought Miss Winters here to meet you as you requested", Cindy said and he looked up from the files he was reading. "Ah yes, thank you Cindy. Please come in Miss Winters, have a seat", he replied in a quirky nasal voice. I smiled at him and turned to thank Cindy but she had already left. I took a seat opposite him and while I searched my handbag for my appointment letter I thought I heard him sniffing. I looked at him to see him looking at me with narrowed eyes but he said nothing and took the appointment letter that I handed to him. He quickly read through it and continued to explain to me all my job duties and responsibilities. He was by far the most melodramatic man I had ever met. He explained everything with many superfluous gestures. Although his voice was squeaky, nasal and high pitched, his voice modulation was rather exceptional. He was quite the narrator. But it seemed like to him, everything was the end of the world. After a long speech, a lot of overt explaining and an unending list of do's and dont's, he led me to meet my immediate boss, the business head of the ROYALE Industries, Mr. John Penson. After knocking, we entered another large well furnished room. The man who sat inside had an air of authority about him. He looked to be in his early 40s with thick black hair and he wore a crisp black suit over a light blue shirt and navy tie. He looked up at me and immediately sniffed the air. My eyebrows furrowed slightly at that. Even if I had imagined Mr. Talon do so, I definitely did not imagine Mr. Penson do so too just now. Mr. Penson gave me a brief yet somewhat warm smile and almost immediately I took a liking to him. Mr. Talon motioned with his hand for me to go inside and bowed slightly in front of Mr. Penson before leaving. "Good morning Sir", I greeted him imitating the bow I had seen Mr. Talon doing as I remembered his words from earlier. "Always greet your superiors with a bow" "Good morning Miss Winters. Please have a seat", he said in a pleasant tone, " I hope Mr. Talon has explained to you all of the duties that are expected of you" "Yes sir" "Good. You will start immediately then. For our current project I would like you to read through these documents and familiarize yourself with the names and numbers of the people we will be dealing with", he told me handing me a thick file. "For now you may go to your cabin. In about an hour I need you to return to my office as I will be dictating a notice to you that I want sent to the General manager of the company we are dealing with. That is all for now", he finished. I nodded and thanked him while collecting the file and got up. I bowed again, as I was told to do earlier, and turned to go find my cabin. "It is right at the end of the corridor consisting of Mr. Penson's office with a name plate reading PA to Mr. Penson" I remembered Mr.Talon's words as I made my way to my cabin. I found it easily enough, with the name plate dangling on the door. After quickly arranging my desk to my liking, I sat at my comfortable little desk and sighed. This sure was turning out to be an interesting day. Before getting to work I briefly sniffed myself. I smelt fine, my hair still smelt of my vanilla scented shampoo and although I didn't have enough money to buy expensive perfumes I made sure I wore a nice deodorant that stayed all day long. So it couldn't have been me they were sniffing at, right? And even if it was me, at least it couldn't be that bad. I skimmed through all the details of the project and names, positions and responsibilities of important persons, writing them down on notes. "Remember, always make notes while doing self study and take notes while in meetings or other gatherings!" "Yes Mr. Talon", I responded to his statement as it rang in my head. An hour later I made my way to Mr. Penson's office. I knocked- "Always, always knock! And do not enter the room unless you hear them say you can!" -and waited for Mr. Penson to reply. When he didn't reply I looked up and through the thick glass door I could faintly make out that he was engaged in conversation with another man.