Typo Mistress
Holding a folded paper in her hand, Gretta stood outside of the conference room door reading the plaque placed on the door and wondering if she'd arrived too early. She comb her hair with her free hand and reached for the door knob with her paper holding hand, still clutching onto it as if it were her wand. With a slight twist, the door swung open easily and she stepped inside seeing her colleagues from another sector of the Education Department already enticed in a conversation. "Good day," she spoke to her fellow employee's and strolled past them towards the table. Not looking back at any of them, she eyed the table carefully noticing the Head of Department chair and also the Division Head seat.
"I'll just wait," she told herself and turned back towards the others. Not daring to bother Jake, she stood a few feet away from the group and tucked her slip of paper into her robes. "How's everyone doing today," she asked politely pushing herself into the conversation but not clearly speaking to anyone directly.
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