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gentlemen finishing up at the register.  The one was still animatedly talking on the phone, oblivious to what was going on, but the other dressed in all black had his head facing the door, his eyes hidden by his aviators.  I shook the feeling of being watched and marched out the front door to head into work.
    The Conklin building was one of the larger buildings in the city.  There were at least 30 floors.  Each floor consisted of a different department: marketing, sales, finance, landscaping, interiors, graphics, etcetera.  I hadn’t realized their company did so much on their own work instead of contracting out the services.   I was in the commercial architecture department, floor 12.  Normally I would take the stairs, but in these heels I decided to pass and take the elevator.  I showed the security guard my ID tag and headed to press the button. 
    Will Summers was the head of the commercial architecture department.  I had been working with him while I was going through the process of interviewing and hiring.  He was very young to be the head of a department; he had to be in his mid-30s and had green eyes with glasses and bright red hair.   It was cut short, but you could tell it would be curly if he were to grow it longer.  He wore a brown dress shirt and khaki Dockers.
    “I’m so glad you made it!” He greeted me with an extravagant smile.  “Let me show you around the office and introduce you to everyone,” he said in a bit of a hurry. 
    Will took me around and introduced me to at least a dozen junior architects and Corey, his personal assistant.  Corey was very sharp with dark brown eyes and sandy hair.  He was in his mid-30s as well. 
    “Corey handles a good portion of our accounts.  If you ever have any questions, he is the man to go to if I am unavailable,” Will said as I shook his hand.
    “It’s nice to meet you Becca,” he said shaking my hand.  He turned to Will and said, “Why don’t we bring her to the meeting today with the Conklin brothers to break her in.” He smirked.
    Will nodded his head enthusiastically at me, “That’s a great idea!  Let me show you your desk and you can get comfortable, and in 15 minutes we will come pick you up to head to the 14 th floor.” 
    Crap, I didn’t think I would meet any of the top dogs for a while and only by chance if I did.  I was extremely nervous.  What if they could tell I am fresh out of college?  What if they ask me a question and I bomb the answer?  Hopefully there will be a lot of people so I could hide in the back, at least for now.
    I sat down at my desk, trying to acclimate to my new space.  If everything went according to plan, I would be at this desk for a while.  I thought about bringing in pictures of my family to put up and maybe a goofy picture of Jamie and me that would help me feel more at home. I turned in the swivel chair and rubbed my finger on the drafting table.  It made me smile.  It was top of the line and had wonderful light and all of the drafting supplies were in a cabinet neatly organized next to the table.  This was heaven to me.  I could get lost in drafting plans and coming up with new ideas for buildings.  I loved making commercial plans, but residential was my favorite.  They hadn’t had an opening when I applied, but I didn’t mind.  I would enjoy this job just as much.   I turned on the computer and surfed around to see all of the programs they had for me to use.  Everything seemed so top of the line.  I was a kid in a candy store.  I couldn’t wait to start working on Conklin’s blueprints.
    Fifteen minutes flew by and Will came up to my desk to grab me for the meeting.  He handed me an iPad, “Here, this is for you.  You can keep it and take notes on it.  I forwarded the PowerPoint to you so you can follow along.”
    I took the iPad and nearly gasped.  Whatever happened to paper handouts?  Oh well, I can’t complain I guess.  The iPad would make things a lot easier