She Had It In Her (to do what was thought impossible)
by Pallavi Kidambi - January 25, 2008
Perspiration leaked steadily from her palms. Her foot tapped away on the uninviting linoleum. Her hands beat to the rhythm of her heart on her thigh, fast and staccato movements.
“He’s ready for you, Miss!” the receptionist called out at long last. The girl hastily rubbed her sweat soaked hands on her skirt. As she walked, her heels clicked and clacked, echoing in the barren halls. It was as if they were trying to tell her that she was not welcome in this place. Alas, there came a door at the end of the hall. She entered it cautiously, as if sneaking past a sleeping security guard.
He sat there proud and pompous in his big chair at his big desk with his big title. He made her feel like a fool for coming to see him, but she had a reason for coming and it constantly reminded her of why she was there, so she regrettably took a seat in the chair opposite the burly man that gestured to her. His obvious sneer was perplexing. Why did this man always look as if he had something shoved in a place where it was quite unwelcome?
“You have come expecting something from me, no doubt.” The man bellowed. The girl was silent.
“Well then, come out with it! What do you want?” Her silence continued. She felt trapped. She could hear the words in her head. They were struggling to come out, but somehow her mouth was refusing to open. She was apprehensive. Maybe she shouldn’t have come in the first place. Maybe her problem wasn’t all that imperative. Maybe she should get up and bolt out of there on the spot. But no, if she did not discuss certain matters with this man there would be consequences of the severe sort. So she cleared her throat and began to spin her tale.
At first she was timid, but as the story progressed she found strength within herself. She finished strong and added emotion into the tone of her voice. She thought it would be a nice touch.
The man sat there and stared at her with a blank face. When she was done not one muscle on his face moved in the slightest. It was to some extent annoying. The girl was having trouble reading his expression. She needed some indication as to what he was thinking. After what seemed like hours, his lip curled into an impish grin that was terrifying to gaze upon. Why did he look so amused? He then spoke.
“My dear! I didn’t think you had it in you!”
“H-how do you m-mean sir?” The girl anxiously stuttered.
“I think you’re ready for it. Bertha! Will you come here please and take this young lady to the production facility and show her where it will be made?” After these words were uttered, the receptionist entered the room and led the girl out.
“Thank you sir!” The girl yelled while exiting the office which just moments ago was suffocating her with notions of deep despair. She could barely contain her excitement.
by Pallavi Kidambi - January 25, 2008
Perspiration leaked steadily from her palms. Her foot tapped away on the uninviting linoleum. Her hands beat to the rhythm of her heart on her thigh, fast and staccato movements.
“He’s ready for you, Miss!” the receptionist called out at long last. The girl hastily rubbed her sweat soaked hands on her skirt. As she walked, her heels clicked and clacked, echoing in the barren halls. It was as if they were trying to tell her that she was not welcome in this place. Alas, there came a door at the end of the hall. She entered it cautiously, as if sneaking past a sleeping security guard.
He sat there proud and pompous in his big chair at his big desk with his big title. He made her feel like a fool for coming to see him, but she had a reason for coming and it constantly reminded her of why she was there, so she regrettably took a seat in the chair opposite the burly man that gestured to her. His obvious sneer was perplexing. Why did this man always look as if he had something shoved in a place where it was quite unwelcome?
“You have come expecting something from me, no doubt.” The man bellowed. The girl was silent.
“Well then, come out with it! What do you want?” Her silence continued. She felt trapped. She could hear the words in her head. They were struggling to come out, but somehow her mouth was refusing to open. She was apprehensive. Maybe she shouldn’t have come in the first place. Maybe her problem wasn’t all that imperative. Maybe she should get up and bolt out of there on the spot. But no, if she did not discuss certain matters with this man there would be consequences of the severe sort. So she cleared her throat and began to spin her tale.
At first she was timid, but as the story progressed she found strength within herself. She finished strong and added emotion into the tone of her voice. She thought it would be a nice touch.
The man sat there and stared at her with a blank face. When she was done not one muscle on his face moved in the slightest. It was to some extent annoying. The girl was having trouble reading his expression. She needed some indication as to what he was thinking. After what seemed like hours, his lip curled into an impish grin that was terrifying to gaze upon. Why did he look so amused? He then spoke.
“My dear! I didn’t think you had it in you!”
“H-how do you m-mean sir?” The girl anxiously stuttered.
“I think you’re ready for it. Bertha! Will you come here please and take this young lady to the production facility and show her where it will be made?” After these words were uttered, the receptionist entered the room and led the girl out.
“Thank you sir!” The girl yelled while exiting the office which just moments ago was suffocating her with notions of deep despair. She could barely contain her excitement.
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