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The Intern
Her name, I was informed, was Angela. A new recruit, fresh from four years at University. When I first saw her, I almost mistook her for the barista at the in-house coffee shop. She was short; so short, in fact, that to say she was vertically challenged would be an understatement. Dressed in smart black trousers, a plain white blouse and a dark purple blazer, and carrying a ladies’ briefcase, she looked lost in the busy entryway.
I saw her heading for the lifts, and watched for a moment, a lazy smile on my face as she bumped into one person, and another, before I took pity on her and approached,
“Oh… oof… sorry…” she stammered, looking overwhelmed, as she brushed her brown hair, cut short at the back, with a long bang at the front, out of her eyes.
She straightened up and smiled at me with hesitant blue eyes that looked like they’d endured more than their fair share of heartache. I smiled, and extended a hand,
“You must be Angela, I’ve been expecting you,” I said as she slipped a clammy hand into mine and shook it.
“I’m so sorry I’m late…” she said, looking at her watch,
“I couldn’t find any parking since I don’t have my permit yet, and then I struggled to find the right entrance… this place is so big…” I held…
