iamthefirechild stepped into the office.
“Hello, can I help you with something?” Bobbi looked up from her pile of papers on her desk.
If Tony had designed this building, she was going to have words with him. Impolite words. In the meantime, here was a person who looked reasonably friendly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt; I think I’ve got lost again. Every time I come in here I get lost. Can you direct me to the gym?”
“Oh sure. It’s two floors down.” She smiled. “Yeah, sometimes you can easily get lost around here. What’s your name? Miss… ?”
“I’m Summer. Summer Rainault. Thanks. I think I’m going to take it up with Tony. I’d bet he has something to do with the design of this fucking building.”
