The Wanderers (10)
He found the entrance to the warehouse with only a little searching; the front of the building faced a small side street that seemed more like an alley. Upon opening the door, he found himself in a thrown together lobby, which looked more like a small office with the desk facing the outside door. The woman behind the desk had her back to him as she filed away manila envelopes into the cabinets behind her. Dorian cleared her throat and she turned around.
“Hello, what can I do for you?” she said cheerfully.
“I was given this resume this morning to work—”
“Let me see it,” she said extending her hand. She glanced at it before sitting down and typing information into her computer. “No experience? Well, this will just have to do. Your resume went through and was approved, so Ms. Nelson must know what she’s doing.” She turned to Dorian and smiled. “You’re all done, then. See you tomorrow.”
“Is there any possibility you could point me towards a place to stay?”
“You don’t have one?”
“No, I’m…moving from another dome.”
“Paper work not going through in time?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Oh, well, that’s all right.” The woman smiled. “You could just drive down to the residential district and there are a couple very charming little hotels…”
“I don’t have a car; I took the bus here.”
The woman paused. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you. Although if you run, you might be able to make it.”
“Milly, are you finished yet? I’ve got to close up,” a woman yelled from further inside the building.
“Oh, Ms. Nelson! The new worker is here and he needs a place to stay.”
Author’s comments on post 373: Penultimate instilation of "The Wanderers"
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