She frowns at times as her fingers make the journey. Then she smiles, parts her lips as if to speak. But no words escape. She is silent as she travels. "Well?" The man behind her is dressed in black, his face and head clean-shaven. Gold rings pierce both ears. He stands leaning to the right, holding a clipboard. "What do you think, Michelle? Is he the one?" She frowns, disturbed by this interruption. Her fingertips linger on the face of the young man before her. "Wait, Jax," she murmurs. "Another moment." Her fingers slide down from the man's temples again, feeling the shape of his broad jaw. There she stops. She nods to herself and removes her hands as a pleasant smile spreads across her moist, full lips. "Yes." She nods. "He is the one." "About time." Jax circles a name on the clipboard with a black marker and turns away, his sharp boot heels echoing in the bare studio. "I'll let these other jokers know they can beat it." The door to the outer office slams shut behind him. "Does this mean I get the job?" Michelle faces the voice of the man before her.
