Snippet #1902614

Madison stood patiently on what appeared to be marble stairs. A faint voice could be heard somewhere beyond the doors, but whatever had been said was muffled beyond recognition. She quickly glanced down at her phone to make sure she had the right place before sliding it into her pocket. A cool breeze blew threw the street and died down again. The busy streets slowly started to empty out as Madison adjusted her outfit. She had never been a personal assistant before, but she was always good at improvising and learning new things so she wasn't worried. She pulled her bag higher up over her shoulder and put a gentle smile on her face, waiting for someone to open the door.