Georgia Mayes Clickety Clacked to her new Boss's office. Being made Division Head was call for a new outfit. Clearly the Anastasia Bunbury years of her life were coming out in her.

Mostly it was call for new shoes, and she was quite pleased with her shiny red high heals in contrast with her sharp black and white pinstripe suit. She felt very Devil Wears Prada, recalling the ancient piece of literature she'd found in her brother's reading lists, and the idea pleased her, after all, first impressions are lasting impressions, so it was a good day to bother tieing her hair up in a sleek knot. Yes, Annie would approve. Edmund had not. And George had not cared.

Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack.

She paused an the doorway, with her ever-present coffee in hand. Bother to knock? She wondered.

Though she wouldn't admit it under any kind of torture, she wanted to see how far she could push the envelope. She pushed open the door without ceremony.

"Mr. Andrus!" she announced herself in a rare (and therefore foreboding) cheerful voice, "I hope I'm not interrupting, I'm your new Division Head, I thought I'd come introduce myself!"