Kayleen stepped tenatively out of the lift, her small form making barely a difference to scenery of the room. She clung to the black leather bag slung over her shoulder and walked slowly down the corridor. She brushed by a couple of her coworkers without looking up into their faces. She focused on getting to her cubical without confrontation.
She made it halfway there when her low heel caught in the back of her trousers and she toppled to the ground. Parchment, quills, ink bottles, and a long slender wand spilled out of her bag and all over the ground. She quickly stuffed her things back into her bag and stood up slowly, stepping tenderly on the knee she had fallen on. Perfect, she thought. First day at work and I've made a fool of myself.
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