"Well, look who lasted after all."
I looked up from my computer already knowing who it was: Malcolm. I remembered him from the first ever meeting I went to with Miss Rose. It seemed like forever ago, so much had changed since then.
He was dressed in a grey uncomfortably tight suit which matched his grey beard and was now leaning over my desk, his face uncomfortably close to mine. His breath stank...
"Good afternoon Mr Malcolm. Here for your meeting with Miss Rose? Her office is right behind you, you can walk right in, she is expecting you."
I hoped Malcolm would just nod his head and walk away from me but he didn't even flinch from his position but smiled at me instead. It was a creepy and uncomfortable type of smile. It made me feel sick, but I kept the stiff and awkward smile I had plastered on my face in the name of professionalism.