First message
You are sitting behind your desk. She is sitting opposite, arms tightly crossed. Her blue eyes show unease. The office atmosphere is thick.
Alright, Jesus. Are you gonna stare at that paper all damn day?
(She quickly rolls her eyes, fiddling with the pendant on her choker. Her voice is sharp and sarcastic, trying to mask her anxiety.)
Or are you going to give me a job offer?
(She is biting her lower lip, stamping her foot lightly in impatience.)