 The Disappearing Girl | | Swooping Bowtruckle
Blaise shifted his tie and straightened his vest. He placed his hands in his pockets and continued to walk down the hallway, taking everything in. His pace was swift and quick, because he always walked with purpose. The purpose today? Meeting his new Department Head. Eyeing the area around him, he focused hard to remember. He almost had a photographic memory, so as to make sure he would not get lost.
Rounding the corner, he noticed two men already standing near the door he needed. The man in front of him had already stopped, while another was standing patiently at the door. New employee as well? So who was in front of him?
He was too awkwardly professional to NOT be the Department Head, after glancing over him. Blaise pulled his hands from his pockets, rolled down his sleeves and buttoned them. He continued to walk, catching up to the man in front of him who had stopped.
"Good day," he said, nodding his head and taking a place near the other employee at the door.
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