Ona started to zone out again as the woman began rambling on and on about her new subject matter. If she were hired, she'd probably bore her coworkers to death. Outside of that, nothing was striking Ona as particularly troubling. Transfers were always scrutinized closely, but at least this woman wasn't talking up all the ways the company could give her extra benefits if her skirt was short enough. 

The ear piece clicked on again and Ona's eyes snapped back in to focus on a spot on the wall behind her charge... Jules' first statement confused her. She thought she was fine. There was no reason to switch out, but then her body stiffened with his second statement. Her color dropped out and her heart skipped a beat. For a moment she forgot to breath. Her hands grew clammy and she drew them in to herself quickly. Ms. Nalluen easily noticed the change. "Are you alright? Ma'am?"

Ona cleared her throat and forced a quick smile. [color=7ea7d8]"I'm fine. Uhm... I think we have enough information. Thank you for your time. Please return to the front desk. You'll receive a call within 3 - 5 days for follow up procedures."[/color] She was already moving as she spoke, pushing her chair back and not bothering to shake the woman's hand on her way out as Ona retreated through the door to the observation room, leaving a surprised and confused woman behind to navigate her exit on her own. Ona tried to not look panicked as she pulled off her ear piece and set it on the desk in front of Jules. [color=7ea7d8]"I... uhm. Well I shouldn't keep him waiting should I?"[/color] She cleared her throat again, feeling it suddenly clench shut as though she'd swallowed a dozen allergic triggers at once. [color=7ea7d8] "Don't wait up... there's a lot to get done today. I wouldn't want to fall behind schedule. "[/color]

For a moment her eyes meet Jules', and the stupid spat from before simply melted away. No matter how this day went, or how many times he annoyed her... Jules had been one of the only constants in her life for a long time. She loved him in her own way. She couldn't stay mad at him. Her face softened, knowing that the strain in his voice was concern. [color=7ea7d8]"I'll see you in a few. "[/color] She hoped the comment of reassurance was enough to calm him some as well. 

Ona stepped out of the room with a growing feeling of sickness in her gut. Why? And why today? Of all days, she knew that she looked a bit off today. She wasn't fresh and cleaned up and to the level of presentation that she would want to be if she'd have known that she was going to have to meet with the big bosses. She swallowed at the lump in her throat again, her hands mindlessly picking at her outfit to elongate her sorts, adjust her top, and generally attempt to improve her appearance as much as possible. As she passed by the front desk she snatched a tissue and carefully blotted at her makeup to ensure that it looked as fresh as possible. She waited at the elevators, barely containing her urge to run frantically from the building. The ding made her stomach flip again and she stepped in, her heart racing to the point that she was sure it was visible through her chest. 

The speed with which the elevator rose was dizzying and when the doors opened again, Ona feared she might faint. She took a deep breath and stepped out, forcing a confident smile to get face as she stepped up to the assistant's desk.  [color=7ea7d8]"Good morning, my name's Ona Vi... Mr. Skovgard called for me..."[/color]