66 PA After My Own Heart

My lips tugged upward in a smile as I shook my head and left the apartment after locking it. The bus arrived just in time as I reached the stop. I got on the bus and left for work.

I pushed through the revolving door of the Company into the lobby ten minutes before eight the next morning. 

Wanting to make the best impression on my first day, I'd gone with a simple sheath dress paired with black pumps that I slid on in replacement of my walking shoes on the elevator ride up. 

My blond hair was twisted up in an artful chignon that resembled a figure eight, courtesy of Cary. I was hair-inept, but he could create styles that were glamorous masterpieces.

I had begun to think I'd put too much care into my appearance, but as I stepped into the lobby I remembered being sprawled across the floor in my workout clothes and I was grateful I didn't look anything like that graceless girl.