Arya made her way home. Her mom was on the couch, asleep, still in her work clothes. Arya sighed, put a blanket over her, slipped off the shoes, and went to make dinner, as it was past 5:00 when she got home.  Her mother had left at 2:00 am this morning to go to work. The still brown headed figure on the couch stirred, and walked into the kitchen as Arya was getting out the paper plates so she didn't dirty up more dishes.

    "Hey mom." She said.
She yawned in response, nodding her head.

"What's cooking?"
    
    "Mashed potatoes, steak, and green beans." Arya replied, moving about the small kitchen that came in the two bedroom apartment. Mrs. Guinevrea nodded.

"Thanks for cooking honey." She said in her country accent that still survived in her voice despite living in NYC for 4 years. Arya smiled.

"No problem mom." Hers had survived too.

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       Arya went to the address on the card the next day. She looked up at the soaring building that seemed to be made entirely of glass with how many windows were on it. Two men in business suits came out of the revolving doors. She went in.

The lobby had a business feel to it, all gray and white and black. The carpet however was a soft cream color, and by the wall was the receptionist desk. Behind it sat a Redhead with cat eye  glasses and clear lip gloss. Arya walked up to her.

    "Hello, I'm Arya Guineverea. I'm here to see a Mr.Luke? He gave me this card." She said. The redhead looked up from her typing and looked at the card. Her white blouse and flower print skirt made her look nice. She was.

"Oh, yes. I will buzz him for you." She said. Pressing a button she said, " Mr. Graham? There is a girl here to see you."

"Send her up." He said.

The red head nodded to her. "Go on up to the top floor. And by the way, I'm Sarah. " she said, smiling sweetly.

"Pleased to meet you. Bye now." Arya said, walking to the elevator. Sarah waved then got back to work.

Arya hit the top button. As she waited she checked her make up. Her clear lip gloss, and eyeliner and such was alright. She didn't bother with foundation as it made her look fake. She also made sure nothing was on her green, knee length dress, completed with a thin black belt and her boots.

The doors opened and she ran a hand through her long hair, straightened her glasses, and walked to the office.

"Come in." Said the voice, and she did.

The office was big, with a glass back, looking out over the city. The carpet was cream, the desk glass top with black supports. A laptop, desk computer, and papers with a coffee mug decorated it along with a desk lamp. The walls were gray, black trimmed, and had a bulletin board on one, a copy of Starry Sky by Di Vinci on the other.

Then there was him. Black button up shirt, dark pants, dark hair and forest green eyes. Looking at her.

For a moment they just stood motionless. "Sit." He said, finally, gesturing to the chair clearly meant for her on the opposite side of his desk. She did, and he sat in his chair.

"Résumé." And she pulled it out, handing it to him. As he examined it he started questioning her.

"So, Arya is it?" He asked pronouncing it, AR-ee-Ah.

"Eye-ree-ah actually." She corrected. He nodded.

"Arya then. You went to NYC? What major?"

"Speech and Debate scholarship sir. I was also minoring in art and writing." She replied. He raised his eyebrows.

"Well that's good as this IS an art company. We deal with museum curators, art critics, and  own one of the largest Galleries in New York." He said.

She gasped. "The Habileté Magnifique?"

"Yes. Literally it translates to Art Magnificent."

"Alright, so what would I be doing?"

"You, are to be my personal assistant. You know fetch coffee and all that."

"What-?"

"Happened to the last one? Fired. Now, you seem to be fit . You start tomorrow. 8:00 am. Here. Outside this office you will have noticed the smaller outer one?"
He said this in a bored tone.

Arya nodded. She had.

"That is your station. Which also makes you my personal receptionist as well. That is all, you may go."

Arya nodded. She stood to go, but his voice stopped her. "Oh, and you may wear whatever you want to work as long as it is approved of as decent. And if you are late, it shall not be pretty."

She nodded again, then left. As she passed Sarah, she saw that the young woman was looking very coldly at a another woman. This one was a brunette. Red lipstick, tight black blouse, pencil skirt with a long slit in the front showing her leg up to the thigh. Red high heels. The hair was down, across her shoulder.

"Leave. You are not allowed here." Sarah said through gritted teeth. The woman just laughed, obviously detesting her.

"Oh, honey. I am allowed here. Luke and I have a meeting."

"Well,  Yvonne Mr. Graham told me never to-"

"Hey Sarah." Arya said.
Both women looked at her, relief evident on Sarah's face.

"Hello Arya. How did it go?"

"I got the job! I think it was my minor in art at NYC that did it. Who is this?"

"I am Yvonne. And I shall be leaving now." She said, and Arya picked up cadences of French in her accent, though it was muted. She looked after her.

"Arya, that was Yvonne Ouellette. She is the biggest-" Sarah cut herself off.

"I could see that." Arya agreed.

"Congratulations on the job. But whatever you do, make sure you do EVERYTHING he says. "

"Is that what happened to the last girl?"

"Yes. She was late, and he was having a bad day......"

Arya nodded. "Well, see you tomorrow." And left.