Portfolio - Haylee Burton by haylee

state. “I want you” Mr. Chapman pointed at Sean, who nodded, “to mentor her” he pointed to Nancy, “Ms. Martinez. Show her around. She's new here, I just hired her the other day. Make sure she's doing everything she needs to be, I positioned her cubicle behind yours so if she needs you you're right there.” Sean's face fell. He had to babysit her? He sighed, but nodded again. “Yes sir, I'll make sure she's on top of everything. No worries.” He looked at Nancy out of the corner of his eyes. He couldn't see her face, her black hair was like a curtain between the two. She was put all her papers together in one big stack and stuffing them in an accordionlike binder. “Thank you son, I really appreciate it. Now be gone! Out! Out ya go!” Mr. Chapman swatted the two out like flies. Nancy was gone within seconds, but Sean chuckled and took his time while gathering his things. He met up with Nancy outside the room. This was when he got to see what she was wearing – a black skirt that went down to her knees, a white puffy button up blouse and flats. Her bulging purse was hanging off her shoulder and her binder was in her other hand. She smiled shyly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Shall I escort you to your cubicle, Ms. Martinez?” Said Sean in a British accent. Nancy giggled and followed him as he walked back into the main room where people were bustling in and out of. The only sounds you could hear were the coffee makers, water bubbling in the big blue jug in the corner of the room near the fake plants, bathrooms being flushed overhead and the few people that were already there typing furiously at their computers. Chairs squeaked and papers rustled, people coughed and muttered to themselves occasionally. Sean and Nancy's cubicles were in the very back, near the coffee maker. Sean thanked someone for being positioned near it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay awake in such a quiet environment. He sat down his stuff on his chair and showed Nancy where hers was. She pulled a disapproving face when she saw how small the space was. There were walls on 2sides, separating her from the other people that she would never talk to. The desk was only big enough for the computer and a couple of papers. There were three drawers attached to the desk where she could place possessions and important files. Everything was either grey, black or white, nothing colored, which disappointed her. Even the people here only wore the bland colors. “So, anything you need to get started on?” Sean asked, sitting down and logging onto his computer. Nancy shook her head. “Uh, okay, well... I guess you can just sit there. Do you know your computer log in and stuff?” This time she nodded, swiveling around in her chair to log on just like he did. They both waited patiently for their computers to come to life. Sean hummed quietly to himself, tapping to the beat on his knee. Suddenly, a soft rumbling pierced the silence. Sean noticed his cup of coffee shaking on the counter. He reached up to hold it still, but it continued to wobble. Nancy’s cup was wobbling too. Soon, their chairs began to move by themselves. “Uh, Sean? What’s happening?!” Asked Nancy, panicking. She stood up from her chair and started picking up her stuff. “Sean?” He stood up and grabbed his bag, snatching Nancy by the elbow and guiding her out of the room. All around them, parts of the ceiling were crashing down and people were hurriedly