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[center][h1][color=aqua]Eugene Han[/color][/h1]

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Conference Room
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In some ways it was like the first day of school, specifically the first day in a school where the teacher didn't assign seats based on the alphabetical order. For many students, and oddly this transferred to the supposed adults that worked here, it was free reign to sit by your friends, often in the back, and just goof off. Of course, the conference room was much smaller than any given class room and Aidan was far more harsh than any teacher Eugene had ever known, but the metaphor was there, it was apt, and that was the main thing. 

Eugene never really fussed about her seat in school; it didn't matter where she sat in class, people would snicker and laugh as soon as the teacher called her name for attendance. But when it came to the conference room, she wasn't sure why there wasn't a reserved sign on the chair closest to the door right in the front of the table, next to the head where Aidan stood. Eugene always sat there and though some might have seen it as Eugene being a kiss-ass, it was really just because it was the shortest chair between her desk and the conference room. And if she was ever asked, she had the perfect excuse ready. 

[color=aqua]"Easy learn when so close."[/color] 

Of course, no one really asked nor did they care - most days it seemed like the meetings were slept through or otherwise just forgotten about within moments after ending, provided nothing interesting happened, of course. Perhaps the perpetual prankster would attempt another of his, in Eugene's eyes, woefully unfunny jokes. Perhaps the pot stirrer would trip and fall as he walked past Nana. Perhaps her childish co-workers would see the new hire as a toy and rush to paw at her like she was some expensive tablet or something. 

Either way, Eugene was normally more punctual - often arriving in the conference room with minutes to spare while others shuffled in, but today there was a bit of a distraction what with the cameras and the leading interview questions. She really hoped they wouldn't be here long; she'd never had to keep up her ruse in front of cameras, and these crew people seemed determined to find SOMETHING salacious or scandalous, be it genuine or fabricated. Still, with quickened steps, Eugene entered the conference room and took her spot at the table with no fanfare or attention drawn to herself. 

Someone here had to actually care, and all signs pointed to it being her.[/center]