Free Gamer Girl by Carmen Willow

did her hair, slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans, a shrunken fluffy lime green sweater that showed the barest hint of skin when she stretched and boots that had a thick sole, a nice high heel and buckles. Dangling earrings and a gold chain completed the look, along with a big slouch purse in purple. She was ready to take on Gyphon World, Inc. and all its minions.
    Sarah walked into Gryphon’s lobby and took the elevator to the eighth floor. When the doors opened, she saw that a desk had been placed for her use opposite Nicole’s. Nicole was eating breakfast. Her fork stopped midway to her mouth as Sarah came into the room.
    “Hi , Nicole. Is there a coat closet nearby?” Sarah held up her zebra striped faux fur jacket.
    Nicole set her fork down and came ar ound her desk. “Here! The latch is hidden.” Nicole pressed the latch and pushed the door back to reveal coat hangers and shelves.
    “Thanks .” Sarah went to her desk, sat down, and explored her new workspace. Her logins to various and sundry systems were on a paper. The PC was brand new, as were the smart phone, and smart tablet. Everything was properly sync’d. Sarah accessed her email, Eamon’s personal and corporate calendar and a database of sorts by the time he came in. She heard his step, heard a pause and then he resumed walking. Sarah did not look up.
    “Nicole, forward my m ail. Sarah, bring me a cup of coffee, black.”
    Sarah finally looked up but Eamon was already through the large double doors to his office. She looked over at Nicole. “Where do I find the coffee?”
    Nicole smiled. “There’s another hidden latch in that wall about ten feet west of the closet.”
    Sarah found it and discovered a mini-bar complete with refrigerator, ice maker, sink, coffee maker and just about anything else you would need. The coffee pot was already filling. “I hope he’s paying you what you’re worth,” Sarah said to Nicole.
    “ No need to worry on that score,” Nicole replied.
    Sarah looked over and held up a cup. “Want some while I’m here?”
    “Thanks, I take it black as well.”
    Sarah poured Nic ole a cup of coffee. Sarah pulled a steno pad and a pen out of her desk went through to Eamon’s office. Sarah had Eamon’s coffee as well.
    Eamon look ed up from his PC and held out his hand for the coffee. “Good morning, Sarah. What’s with the get up?”
    He meant her look. She didn’t plan to make it easy for him. “The get up? ”
    Eamon cocked his head to one side. “An audition as the art model for a new anime series, perhaps?”
    Sarah rolled her eyes in mock puzzlement and then raised her eyebrows high. “Oh. The hair. That was a donation. It’s one I make approximately every three years.”
    “Locks of Love,” Eamon replied at once.
    Sarah gave him a thumbs up. “I’m impressed Mr. Byrne.”
    Eamon pointed to a chair. Sarah sat down. “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that I hired you to present a professional corporate image for our company?”
    “Nope. Your charge to me was to assess the employees of Rainwhite and determine if any of them are worth keeping. You also charged me to suggest any intellectual properties Rainwhite may be holding that could be profitable.” Sarah stood up and walked toward the window, turned around and stared down at Eamon who was now leaning back in his chair with his cup. “There was nothing in your proposal to me that suggested I had to dress as a corporate serf.”
    “True, but there will be times when I will want you to present a more…professional appearance. Think that’s possible?” Eamon asked, amused.
    “Certainly sir. W hen you need a corporate serf, I will oblige. I will put the uniform in that cute little closet outside along with all the appropriate regalia. I can be Little Miss Corporation in five minutes. Will that be sufficient?”
    Eamon nodded. “It should be. Now, sit down and let’s discuss what else you will need to do . What’s your plan, Sarah?”
    Sarah