The Thought Chamber was the epitome of the word home to Sam. She reveled in its mystery, and often worked until she didn't know what day it was anymore. Like right now, for instance. When was the last time she had actually left the chamber? When was the last time she had stopped at the tome on her way out?? She needed to buy a watch at some point, because she may have missed an opportunity.
Please let it at least still be an option... Sam grumbled to herself. She could handle not being right for a position. At least then she could work on something to be a better fit. But to not get it because she got there too late?? Oh it would drive her absolutely insane! Sam arrived at her new Department Head's door, took a breath to relax, and knocked. Hopefully this was a good time, because who knew when she'd leave the chamber again. |