Meanwhile, in the HR department........

Skylor Crenshaw and Triston Nash step into the stark and unfriendly Director of Human Resources' office. The decor is a varying sprectrum of blacks and greys, the only color coming from the bright red lipstick of the woman behind the desk. Skylor quickly scans the room for anything that may be useful to her in the future. Off in the corner she spies what looks to be a safe of some kind.

Our cast of characters:

Lavidia Horatio: The sharp and calculating director of Human Resources. Her most notable characteristic, her cold and impersonal appearance. Hair always in a tight chignon, glasses always resting on the end of her nose.


(Begin Dialogue)

• (Lavidia Horatio) Hello Skylor, we've been waiting for your arrival. {Lavidia pulls a small stack of paper out of a desk drawer. Her brow is furrowed into a crease.} Please have a seat, we will be getting your paperwork in order. {Lavidia hands Skylor a pen and the stack of papers.}
• (Tristan Nash) Skylor, this is Lavidia Horatio. She is our Director of Human Resources here at Selestica. If you have any questions, please feel free to seek out Lavidia at any time. {Tristan turns to exit the room. He lifts his coffee cup to his lips, but doesn't drink. He stops in mid step, as if in thought, then turns to Lavidia.} Lavidia, please see that I am paged when Skylor is finished getting processed. {Skylor turns her steely gaze on Triston, her mind is questioning the odd behavior.)
• (Lavidia Horatio) Yes Triston, I'll be sure to do that. {Lavidia doesn't skip a beat. Her fingers are flying across her keyboard.}
• (Triston Nash) Ok then, I'll be seeing you Skylor. {On that note, Triston turns on his heel and quickly exits the room. Skylor stares off at Triston's disappearing figure. Lavidia watches Skylor's behavior undetected by Skylor.}
• (Skylor Crenshaw) Well, now, let's say we get this over with. {Skylor starts rifling through the stack of papers and begins filling in information.}

(End Dialogue)

The scene ends with Skylor continuing to process the paperwork before her. Unbeknownst to Skylor, Lavidia has been the task of researching Skylor's history using the information Skylor has provided her.

Monday morning at Selestica

A confident and dazzling Skylor Crenshaw strides through the front double doors of Selestica Electronics Manufacturing. The foyer is silent with the exception of Skylor's high heels clicking across the shiny granite tile. Skylor rests her steely gaze upon the receptionist and sets her portfolio on the desk before her.

(Begin Dialogue)

* (Receptionist) May I help you young lady? {The receptionist peers at Skylor over the rims of her glasses, visible annoyed by the intrusion.}

* (Skylor Crenshaw) I'm Skylor Crenshaw. Please direct me to the human resources department. {Skylor stares directly into the receptionists eyes unwavering.}

* (Receptionist) One moment please, it is our policy to screen all visitors to Selestica. {The receptionist turns haughtily and picks up the phone. Skylor looks off into space with an air of frustration. The sound of her high heeled toe can be heard tapping throughout the room.}

* (Triston Nash) Well, good morning Skylor! {Both Skylor and the receptionist turn with a start. Triston stares intently into Skylors eyes, a warm smile spreads across his lips.} What seems to be the hold up here? {Triston fixes an evil glare at the receptionist.} We've been anxiously awaiting Skylor's arrival in human resources.

* (Receptionist) We don't seem to have any approval forms for Skylor..... {The receptionist is cut off in mid sentence by Triston.}

* (Triston Nash) Skylor is our newest employee here at Selestica. This situation will not happen again, understood? {Triston is once again warmly smiling at Skylor.}

* (Receptionist) Yes Mr. Nash. (The receptionist turns in disgust. She begins to type furiously on the computer in front of her as Triston and Skylor begin walking down the corridor. Unrealized by Skylor, she has forgotten her portfolio on the receptionists desk.}

(End Dialogue)

The receptionist notices the brown leather portfolio case sitting upon her desk as the 2 walk away. Still angry from the encounter, she does nothing to notify them of the misplaced item. Instead, she tucks it away in the top drawer of her desk.