8: a new beginning

It was her first day of work.

The moment she got to the door, she pinched herself just to confirm that she wasn't dreaming. It felt good, excitement bubbled within her. She smiled liked a child that had been handed her favourite candy as she checked the time on her wristwatch. The last time she had been here was for her interview and she had arrived late.

Attempting to correct that mistake, she had said she would try as much as possible to be punctual now that she had been given the time. It was 7:50 am, five minutes before her stipulated time of resumption. Now that was a good start to her.

She pushed the door open, and as expected, she saw the nice receptionist behind her desk, head bent over, scribbling on a note set before her. Her braids were packed in neat bun, edges properly laid, floral chiffon top perfectly ironed. Aria could perceive her perfume from a few distance away; it was soft, feminine and flowery. She walked up to her, feeling obliged to appreciate for the act of k