Cecelia's fifteen minute drive felt more like five since her muscle memory took over as one hand fidgeted with the key she was given the night she joined. Once at the mansion, she unlocked the door and entered, still amazed by how huge this house is, considering that the director seemed more like the kind of guy that would live in a small house on the Prairie or something like that. Still having one earphone in her ear, Cecelia found the director sitting in the foyer as her playlist of 8-bit-reminiscent electronic music was ending. Seeing the director playing his piano, Cecelia smiled. [color=bc8dbf]"'Ello sir. How are we today? I hear you have something for me?"[/color]