A week later, Maggie and Malik Dawson stepped out of the elevator and into the reception area of the 50th floor at Murphy, Rannigan. Maggie could feel her palms sweating, and she thought of that day so long ago when shed come here to interview.
May I help you? asked a gorgeous blonde woman behind the reception desk, interrupting Maggies thoughts.
Maggie smiled confidently. Maggie Flynn and Malik Dawson to see Mr. Rannigan.
The blonde frowned. Maddie who?
Mary Margaret Flynn, boomed a male voice behind them. Welcome, come on in. Its okay, Jennifer, they have an appointment.
Michael led the way to his door which he opened, and he gestured for them to enter. As she passed him, Maggie muttered, Great receptionist you have there.
Michael rolled his eyes. Shes new, he said quietly. Louder he said, Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable. Ill call Amy and we can get this ball rolling.