“if only you could see”

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She smiled at her reflection in ten different ways. Each way was more superficial than the last, and she didn't seem satisfied with a single one of them. Then she heard a delightful voice in her mind, and she smiled. That was it! That's the smile she would use. Right now, it was the best she had. A red ribbon kept her hair tied back, and her outfit was...well, it was suitable. In her left arm, she clutched a book with various papers edging their way to safety from the tight confines. But she would never let them escape, if she could help it. If she remembered well enough, today should be Friday. She placed all her hope on Friday, because every other day of the past week had failed her.

She spent a lot of her time walking around this city, memorizing the shortest and longest routes, taking one when she was in a hurry, the other when she just wanted to take in the sights. Today she had an appointment in the building with the rotating glass doors, across the street from the building with the sundial at the top of the stairs leading to two stone doors that appeared to be heavy, but could be opened surprisingly easy. This sundial, along with the other clocks, be them digital or analog, were her only reminders of the present time besides the sun. She stood twenty feet away from the rotating door, and inhaled deeply.

She began marching towards the door, as if her sole function was to walk into doorways. Before she knew it, she had entered the building, and she was staring at a pretty brunette, who had a smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" the brunette asked. The girl smiled, and said, "I have an appointment with the director, in ten minutes." The brunette averted her gaze to the screen in front of her, and tapped away. "Follow me," the brunette said, as she rose from her position behind the marble counter, and led the girl to a set of elevators down the hall. "This will take you to the director," she said, before telling the elevator attendant to go to the fifth floor. "Have a nice day," she said, and the girl watched her disappear behind the doors.

The girl sat in a comfortable leather chair, fidgeting slightly, as the director flipped through the portfolio. "What exactly are these designs?" the director questioned, as she continued flipping through the book. The girl smiled, and her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "These are my dreams.." she said, as confidently as possible.

"You know what? I think that's exactly what we need."

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