Plotted starter for @scarscandestroyus
Getting a job as a personal assistant was easier then imagined. Funny, it felt similar to the bar, the sins of men not as naked. But just as scummy, instead of mumbling voices struggling to get through the awful things they have committed that day, she sees it first hand. All smiles and pride, pushed out chests like a bunch of animals.
Speaking of animals, Selina was sent to fetch a very important client from the lobby, and bring him to the meeting room. In the office she tend to wear her caramel brown bob wig, a pencil skirt, basic office wear. Instead of her knee high lace up boots she wore pumps, just as tall. Snapping gum, she picked up the file from the receptionist who gave her a tired look. “Mister Wayne is here.” She mutters to the other woman.
“Oh, is he now?” Selina threw her eyebrows up, scanning the room to rest her eyes on him. There he was; the biggest jerk ever. So she thought. “Thanks honey, couldn’t pick a better person to be stuck in an elevator with this guy.” An exhale hisses between her teeth. She tucks the file under her arm and approaches him. “Wow, Bruce Wayne.” There is poison in her voice. “Who woulda thought little me would see the rich boy himself.” She leans in as she speaks, voice low so she wouldn’t be reprimanded later. This place let her get away with nearly murder, twirling her hair around her finger and a dumb voice feigning innocents of a woman. Someone give her an acting award.
