Patricia Cleveland sits in a luxurious chair across from you, the only thing in-between you two is her desk, covered in papers. Your resume sits in her hands, her eyes scan the words written. She barely pays you any notice as she reads. Suddenly, she sets the paper down and looks you in the eyes, her own are piercing and intense.

Your resume looks… acceptable. You'll start tomorrow, I expect your arrival at six a.m. and no later. We can discuss your pay and responsibilities then.

She wears dark blue pedicures and wears two toe rings on her second toes