Lile O'Rourke's Story

Lile was nervous and hated waiting. The elevator that was taking her to the top floor seemed to be taking forever and it didn’t help that her stomach was rolling around like a rollercoaster. She had been nervous before, such as the time when she had to give a presentation in front of her class, but this was different. This wasn’t going to improve her grade; this was going to change her life for better or for worse.

Taking a deep breath, Lile redid her ponytail and took a quick glance at the reflection in the material of the elevator. She was young, turning eighteen next year and pale skin with green eyes and red hair was a clear indication of her Irish heritage and the fact that she was an O’Rourke. Her ancestors had travelled from Ireland in the 1700’s to New York City, looking for a better life and here they were now with one of the most successful advertising businesses in the world with a company in each state and each country.

She was proud of where she came from, though she was actually born in California, but nothing would ever compare to the Big Apple. The elevator came to a stop and a small ‘ding’ shook her from her thoughts as she arrived at the floor she wanted. This was it. There was no turning back.

Lile had carefully picked out of her outfit of white jeans with a pale blue blouse, keeping it summery yet youthful and bright. No flesh on show apart from her arms. She didn’t want to give the impression she was the kind of girl who liked to show a lot of cleavage and flash her legs everywhere, she wasn’t like that at all.

She began to make her way down the corridors, taking a quick glance around every now and then to make sure most of the offices were empty. Many people had gone on their lunch break so Lile knew that the top floor would pretty empty of people and that suited her fine. She came to stop outside a door at the end of the corridor, which had ‘Ryan Lewis’ on it and gave it a quick knock. Hearing nothing, Lile turned the handle and opened the door enough to poke her head around the opening.

“Ryan, are you here?”