I so have written exactly 1 page (double spaced). If someone wants to write the next page, that might be fun!
Angela sat nervously in the lobby across from the secretary. Her face looked drawn and tired under the old netted bat—truly in need of a job and the money it would bring. Lifting a frail hand to adjust a stray hair, she tried her best to look presentable.
These details of the young applicant’s dress and manner were not at all lost on the secretary, a sympathetic yet stalwart woman named Mrs. King. As Mr. Orklin’s personal secretary, she felt it her duty to personally survey the company’s prospective employees and drop a subtle but leading hint in her boss’ ear about the suitability of each one. Ms. Angela Tate, however, spoke earnestly of her recent sickness and her desire to work, and so Mrs. King smiled kindly at her.
“It should only be a few more minutes, Ms. Tate. Mr. Orklin is just finishing up an important call.”
“It’s no trouble,” Angela responded. “I do’t have any other appointments today.”
“It will turn out right in the end, you’ll see,” Mrs. King said, with another sympathetic smile. Then she turned to answer the ringing phone at her elbow.
Angela, however gracious she seemed, was anything but pleased. In fact, “Angela” wasn’t Angela at all. Angela was merely a convenient guise for the girl to carry out her goals. We cannot really say what her birth name was, as it was quite buried under years of changes, secret identities, and aliases used in her line of work. Suffice it to say, most of the girl’s life was not her own, but belonged to other people. Except this one thing—it was tiny, really; but it was hers.
“Ms. Tate, you may go in now.”
“Thank you, so much,” Angela said, standing and straightening her jacket.
“Good luck, dear.”
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