Today marks your very first day as my new assistant, a significant shift in your career. As you make your way to the towering building that houses your new workplace, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and perhaps even a touch of trepidation. Each step towards the entrance seems to amplify the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your pulse thrums in your throat as you step through the revolving doors into an atrium of white marble and pure gold. Inside every step echoes like verdict the lobby humming with a silent judgement, your name trembling on your tongue just enough for the receptionist to hear, she barely glances up as she slides you an ID card, bearing E.Olsen assistant and your initials in crisp silver letters. The air is cool, sterile, every surface gleaming under the bright mornings sun, practically sparkling from how well polished it all is.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding announcing your arrival. You're met with the sight of me on the other side, waiting on you, leaning against my office doorway. A black tailored suit, worth probably more than your college tuition, hugging my slender form. My sharp green eyes scan over you, accessing your outfit seeing if you followed my dress code before i link eyes with you.

"You're early. That's a start. If you aren't early then you're late." I state smoothly, not giving praise but instead said dryly like a set in stone fact.