[(After)Life: Nel & Mars]
Mars didn't actually have a cohesive, clear understanding as to what an assistant did for work. From what she'd gathered through various reality programs on E! and the Fashion Network, the job involved a good deal of standing nearby with a phone and placing coffee orders. That sounded bland as shit, but it had to be better than waiting tables at the pizza parlor. Working for tips wasn't always steady, and Mars did not enjoy relying completely on the generosity of others. Having a real job was likely a step in the right direction, especially now that it looked like she was going to live past the age of 25.
She arrived shortly before noon, with no clue as to what she was supposed to bring with her for a job interview. Probably a resume, which she didn't know how to put together. She could have asked her siblings, but that really wasn't a possibility due to a jumbled up detritus of reasoning that circled the drain of her distrust and inadequacies. Unsure of what to wear for this sort of thing, Mars went with the most professional-looking outfit that she owned, a strapless black jumpsuit. She wore black-frame glasses and left her red hair down, deciding against any bombshell lipstick or talon-like manicure.
Since the door was unlocked, she walked in, navigating the space until she saw the cool, blond woman smoking with the magazine. No hello or anything, just, "I'm looking for the owner?"