O Muses, O high genius, aid me now! (o_muse) wrote in greyhaven,
Mneme took a seat. Her posture was perfect, her legs crossed over at the knee and she tugged the hem of her sundress down an inch or two to destroy the risk that it might somehow look inappropriate or unprofessional.
"I'm staying at the Lakeside? I just drove into town earlier this week."
Was this an interview? Thank the gods. At least she hoped. It wasn't entirely unheard of for her to land an interview so quickly. If only there were some way she could tell what he was thinking. No wonder humans were always so insecure.
"It's sort of a retirement community here, isn't it?" Mneme remarked in coded language. She wasn't sure who was in the know and who wasn't. She'd only checked in with the Information Brokers out of politeness, she hadn't needed anything at all. They hadn't really told her who was human, who was in on the secret, who wasn't...
"Is that what you were asking about?" She put the folder on his desk. The jobs and the references were real, that much was obvious. The Brokers were good at forging paperwork, but they weren't that good.