Dick and Jane Part 3
The elevator opened up to a small hallway on the ninth floor. Dick walked out, his nerves jittering from the anticipation of meeting her. He took a deep breath as he looked at the opaque door in front of him, suite 900 written in gold lettering on the glass. He grabbed the handle and pulled it open.
Inside he saw the first couple of appointments they had for the day, all middle age men with their old laptops out, grumbling stories from fellow employees who had already received their new computers. 'Great,' Dick thought, 'Well, let's get this day started.'
"Good morning," Dick said, smiling as sincerely as he could. "Who is fir--whoa!"
Dick, typically a master of his surroundings, noticed too late a pair of cute ankles jutting off the wall when he turned the corner to sit at his seat. Luckily he caught his balance before teetering face first into a conference table.
There she was, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall warmly smiling. "I'm so sorry," she said. She stood up and offered her hand for a shake.
"I'm Jane," she said. "I'm glad to be working with all of you."
'No ring, score!' Dick thought, "I'm Dick, uh likewise. Are we replacing your computer too or...?"
She laughed. "Oh no," she said, "I'm here to install the applications and make sure that everyone can work. We've received a lot of complaints from staff."
Dick pursed his lips...
"Not that you guys are doing a bad job," she said. Her face went a little red. "It's just that there seems to be a mix up with what was put on the new machines and what our employees need."
Dick turned to the men sitting there, their grumblings silenced after hearing what she had to say. He turned back to her. "Well I'm glad they sent you. We've been having a hard time trying to help them the best we can. We just don't have the software that they need on sight."
"That's OK," she said, "We've been having a hard time communicating with your company on what was needed. After several meetings they still couldn't fulfill the list we gave them."
She smiled through the whole explanation and Dick was having a hard time deciding if she was scathenly polite, or she thought he was too dumb to hear her sarcasm."
'OK...' he thought. 'Let's just see where this goes. At least she's interesting.'