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[color=c4df9b][b]"Otto, you'd better check the time."[/b][/color] the strong voice came across the table from Cecelia as Otto sat eating his oatmeal painfully slow this morning. The woman eyed the clock reading half past 7:00AM, her fiance, and then back to the clock. [b]"Not sure why you're in such a hurry."[/b] he retorted, a bit of his oatmeal slipping from the side of his mouth and falling back into the pale pink bowl with a sickening [i]plop[/i]. [color=c4df9b][b]"No reason darling."[/b][/color] the woman lied bluntly. She in fact had a reason, a big one- she had been accepted to her recent job application and was asked to meet today. Otto already had some doubts about a woman in the work force, but he had gotten over it over time, but if Cecelia were to tell him about this new one, he'd blow his top. 

Cecelia hated being late, she preferred to be early if anything and for some reason when you needed to be somewhere time went by way more quickly. Eventually Otto wrapped up his breakfast, took his time gathering his work belongings and heading out the door of their brick facade home. Before he could even get out the door completely, the woman had bolted up and began to clean up the mess in the kitchen as well as get primped and primed for the day. Adorning a long sleeved fall dress in the most daring shade of [i]mauve[/i], Cecelia styled her hair and applied a generous amount of makeup. 

It was 8:00 AM.

[color=c4df9b][b]"Not bad you old girl."[/b][/color] she complimented herself as she looked into the mirror that hung in the front entry way. She moved her shoulder forward, eyebrows raising and lowering. Her nose looked far worse from this side, or was it that one? It would have to do for now, considering she would need some time to travel as well. Gathering her purse, coat, and matching hat she walked out the door and headed towards the outward streets to grab a taxi.

Arriving in only thirty minutes, the woman gave the fare as well as a small tip to the taxi driver. Stepping up to the address, Cecelia sauntered over to the door man, her large hazel eyes full of wonder and excitement. [color=c4df9b][b]"Good morning, I'm here to see Miss Hobbs!"[/b][/color] she chirped as the man returned a nod, and a directive [i][b]"The elevator is located at the end of the hall at the left of the stairs. Last elevator. If you would prefer, to your immediate right are stairs leading up to the flat. That is, if you wish to climb the ten flights."[/b][/i] Going through the doorway, Cecelia would go immediately to the right- taking the stairs.

Taking the stairs was not a lavish thing, though Cecelia believed that when one had the opportunity to exercise, that a woman should exercise their rights to do just that. A shallow breath escaped from her mouth when she reached the landing of the fifth flight of stairs. This was a mistake. This was a mistake! However, they always do say pain is beauty. Removing her jacket and hat at this point, the woman continued on until she was met face to face with a stout woman who greeted her with a quite eccentric albeit welcoming greeting.

Noticing the woman's smile Cecelia couldn't help but return it, the robust woman waddling in front of her as they made their way through a dream worthy kitchen. [color=c4df9b][b]"Thank you for your large dose of hospitality Norma."[/b][/color] Cecelia quickly wondered if the woman would take offense by this slip of tongue. A friendly chuckle was exchanged as Cecelia hustled into the room laying eyes on Miss Hobbs herself as well as three other people, who she assumed would be coworkers. [color=c4df9b][b]"Morning."[/b][/color] she chimed as she took a seat to the most left side of the empty couch.