24 years later
Remy O'Connor is about to open the heavy glass door when she looks up and catches a glimpse of herself in the reflective glass. She is short standing only 5’ 3’’ with striking hazel eyes with specks of gold. Her straight dark auburn hair that normally falls to the middle of her back is now up in a tight bun atop her head. She is a spitting image of her native american mother but has the light skin and red tone to her hair from her fathers native Ireland. She looks professional and put together but inside she feels like a canned hurricane. She is nervous for the new job;also angry and sad at the reason she needs a full-time job. She stares into the eyes of her reflection as she takes a deep steadying breath and forges forward into the behemoth of a building.
Her head swiveling, she takes in the expansive front lobby. She tentatively walks up to the information desk, her pumps clicking on the marble floor.
“excuse me, I am here to see Mr. Conlin”
The burly guard looks up and gives her an appraising glance that travels up from her heels to her face, lingering on her necklace for a second too long.
She knew she shouldn’t have worn the large turquoise and silver necklace with the sophisticated outfit she chose for the day, but she couldn’t bear to part with it for even a second, since it was the only thing to survive the fire that killed her parents. She self-consciously covered her pendant with her hand.
“I’m supposed to start work today, can you tell me how to get to Mr. Conlin’s office.”
"Oh, yes i have it here."
Remy accidentally drops the card onto the counter, her hands are shaking.
"I am so sorry!"
The stern looking guard huf...