Emma took a drink of the milk. She was glad she was able to secure it the other day; Having to do an interview without her favorite drink would have been foreboding. It tasted a bit weird, but the worker did pull it out of storage, perhaps it's been there for a while? She shrugged her shoulders. She could get new milk in a few days. She finished off the glass and put it down, collecting her stuff from the table. Checking her purse, she checked out her fit. Black pencil skirt, and jacket over a white blouse, glasses perched on her nose, and her hair cut short and swept back. She was the epitome of an office drone. She turned herself sideways, frowning at the flatness of her body. Her sister had been blessed with great tits, but she got stuck with frequent difficulty gaining any weight, often being mistaken for some teen. She shook her head and walked out the door. She didn't want to be late.
On the ride to work, she felt her stomach gurgling a bit. Maybe the milk was bad? Maybe she was hungry? She promised herself to grab breakfast after the interview. She felt hot also... hopefully she wasn't getting sick.
About twenty annoying minutes later, Emma arrived at the office. It was a tall, plain gray affair, the only spot of color being the parking lot full of cars. She sighed, getting out, and losing balance a moment. She didn't do well in heels, but impressions mattered. She straightened her clothing out, locking the door as her stomach gurgled again. Now the worry was it rumbling during the interview. Walking in, she was met by a cool, stone lobby with a fountain behind the receptionist, a few guards around. Emma walked up, and put on her best fake smile.
"Hi there, I'm here to apply for the secretary position?"
The receptionist looked up from his computer. "Mrs. Windlast? Can I see an ID?"
