Ona despised that secretary. She had no concern for her personal appearance... her hair sticking out all over the place, her skin oily and porous exposed for everyone to see. Her clothing was plain and simple, as though a thrift store was all that she could afford. It was undignified for a woman in her position. It was a poor representation of the company and of her boss, yet that wasn't Ona's call. There were too many moments where Ona almost wished that she would work every job in the company, just to relieve herself and the company of the plethora of underqualified, worthless leaches that latched on to it. She smiled politely at the girl and let herself in to the office without another word. 

Still, as the door slid closed behind her, letting a cool breeze pour across the visible bones of her spine, Ona's pride and anger both fell quickly. She suddenly felt sick and regretted eating breakfast until she remembered that she hadn't. She held her breath for what seemed like an hour before he acknowledged her. She smiled and nodded briefly. [color=a187be]"Yes sir, absolutely, take your time."[/color] She paused, watching him and the printer and fighting the simultaneous urges to run forward and figure out how to fix it or to start scratching her exposed skin until she bled with nervousness. In the end she settled on an offer. [color=a187be]"Would you like me to have your secretary call for a serviceman?" [/color] She smiled warmly again, reaching back for the handle of the door in anticipation.