Mirella's eyes scan the large room, smiling at any who passed by and made eye contact. She makes her way towards one of the elevators while she tripple checks that her resume was tucked away safely in her purse. (Hopefully the format hasn't changed since iwas in high school ...) That seemed like more than an eternity now. She pushes the button and looks up at the digital numbers, waiting to see which of them would come first. When one of them arrives and dings, the doors open and she allows those who were on it to exit and gets on before the doors close again.

But it could be possible, could it not? The tall brunette's heels click loudly on the marble floor through the lobby. She smiles at the security officer as she reaches the front door. She makes a list of people she might think can help. But she decides to do a little digging for herself. It couldn't hurt. She might be able to find her answers on her own.