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Cecelia's found a new job, but she wasn't expecting this.

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Cecelia Driscoll
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Tue Nov 27, 2018 2:31 pm

10 Dentis 2718
MORNING
Cecelia made a note of Journalist Vinter's words. "Biannual reviews. Good. That gives me plenty of time to prove my worth. Of course, they could fire me before that, but I suspect it'd take a truly tremendous mistake to get fired that quickly," she told herself, ignoring the feeling in her stomach that reminded her that the Director had said that she would be the 3rd secretary in the last 6 months. If she paid attention to that fact, her confidence would definitely waver. That was the last thing she needed.

Cecelia noticed Journalist Vinter's reaction to Conway's call for Cecelia. "So either he doesn't like Conway, he doesn't like the help being treated as if they were dogs, or both. Let's assume the first and watch for the second," she told herself.

She smiled as she reached her desk. "Thank you for showing me around, Journalist Vinter. I'll definitely call on you if I need help," she said as she sat down and got to work. She opened the desk drawer to get out the ribbon for her typewriter, letting out a mental sigh of relief to see that there was an editing book tucked under the ribbon. She quickly pulled it out, setting it besides Conway's article.

The next half hour was spent in work, as she picked apart Conway's article and pieced it back together. She looked up as she heard someone stomp into the office. "Driscoll!" the man who must be the Director yelled. "My office!"

The man was tall for a Galdor, with his brown hair slicked back. His face was craggy, frown lines seemingly chiseled into his face. He didn't look like the type of person who smiled, ever. Cecelia quickly hopped up and followed a few steps behind him. She entered his office and closed the door behind her, standing in front of his desk silently as he spent his time getting settled.

"Let me make this clear, human," he started, his voice a gravelly snarl. It grated on Cecelia's ears and made her skin crawl. "I do not approve of your type reading and writing. Unfortunately, Galdori aren't suited to be in servant positions, so I was forced to have Violettina hire a human. But you're under my roof now and you're going to abide by my rules."

Cecelia just listened, overwhelmed. She had never met a Galdor that was so openly hostile. Judgmental, yes. Condescending, yes. But not hostile.

The Director opened his desk and pulled out a piece of paper, slapping it on the desktop. Cecelia jumped a bit, startled.

"This is your writ of literacy," he spat out. "Yes, the literacy laws are not enforced often. But I and some of the Seventen members believe that your type shouldn't be allowed to gain knowledge you are not capable of understanding. You'll start thinking that you are intelligent enough to govern yourselves. You may not know the history of your race, but the Galdori do. We remember what happened before we put you in your place and we will not allow you to go back to being the warmongering children you used to be."

"I need your skill and I cannot keep you from reading off the clock. But this? This is a condition of your employment. This keeps you from teaching other gutter rats like yourself to read. If I find out that you are doing that, I will immediately go to the Seventen and you. will. be. jailed.," he snarled, hitting the writ with his finger to accentuate each word. "You will carry it with you at all times and I have informed my allies amongst the Seventen to check in on you on occasion."

Cecelia looked down for a moment. "And if I don't agree?" she whispered. She regretted the words immediately, but she spoke without thinking.

"If you don't agree, I will assume that you are already violating the rules and you will be escorted to Seventen headquarters for an interview," the Director growled. "We will also probably look into your... associates," he said, a small, thin smile crossing his face.

That smile made him even more terrifying.

Cecelia wanted to vomit. She was trapped and, worse, she had walked into the trap. If she didn't abide by the rules, not only her life would be investigated. Sednai's life would be investigated. That could be deadly for her friend. Suddenly, it made sense why the office had gone through 3 secretaries in the past 6 months. She wondered what happened to them.

"Do I need to call the Seventen, Driscoll?" the Director said, his voice amused. It made Cecelia feel like she needed a shower.

Cecelia swallowed, closing her eyes. "No, Sir, you do not need to call the Seventen," she replied, quietly.

"Sir? I am not a mere Sir in this office, Driscoll," the Director growled dangerously.

"I apologize, Director," Cecelia choked out.

The Director smiled. "You learn rapidly. Good. Now get out of my office."

Cecelia turned and left the office, sitting at her desk as she blinked back tears.

Oh, Alioe, what had she gotten herself into?

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