Sky’s head whipped to the side as someone called out to her, her eyes wide in surprise. Someone had been here the whole time? She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but was immediately cut off by a barrage of questions. Yet again, the young woman found herself both amazed and a bit horrified by what she saw. Surely this man, now curled in the fetal position, was NOT the man she was going to be working for. He was just some bumbling assistant she was going to replace, right? He had to be. Except… he had called them [i]his[/i] inventions... And what was his deal with dentists?

Before she could try and rationalize the situation to herself further, the man stood once more and commanded her to speak. Clearing her throat, she stood up and approached the man, gently pushing the wrench to the side.

“Please don’t point things at me, I’m not here to cause trouble.” Turning her outstretched hand, she offered it for a handshake, “My name is Skylar Donahue but if you’d like, you may call me Sky. I apologize, but there seems to have been some miscommunication. Your mother, Mrs. Burnoise, told me you were looking for an assistant. She gave me the address and access codes to your lab so I had assumed she spoke to you about it. I would have called first if I had known.” She smiled warmly, but inside, Skylar was irritated. Not only was her potential boss completely unorganized and childish, but this was a less than ideal first impression. She should have known better than to show up without contacting him first. It was an amateur mistake and she silently chided herself. It would [i]not[/i] happen again.