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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

Selina adjusted herself, giving Lily a brief glance. Jeez, was she ever young. Probably younger than Jane when she was working here. She didn't think Roger could outdo his own sleaziness, but they were in the art of one-upping themselves, after all.

"Right this way,"

Selina led Lily into the pool, already clacking with typewriters and hazy with cigarette smoke. Phones were ringing, girls were chattering, and Selina was already getting a headache.

"So this is the secretarial pool where you'll be. It gets very busy as the day wears on - don't let it intimidate you. The boys will be coming through here barking orders at you, Joan - you've met her? - will be doing the same, and with any luck-" Selina flashed Lily a look of worn pride, "I'll be doing the same, shortly,"

She punctuated this with a sarcastic giggle, and moved on.

"So you'll be here by Mister Campbell's office," she murmured, leading Lily to an empty desk with a single typewriter, covered by a black sheet, "He's a fairly easygoing man. I can't imagine he'll bother you much. He drinks bourbon, typically, but he's certainly prone to changing his mind."

Selina glanced back up at Lily. "You don't have any typing experience, I understand?"