Post by cervantes on Sept 10, 2007 17:14:21 GMT -4
It was a normal enough waiting room, such as you might find at a dentist’s surgery or some sort of sexually transmitted disease/family planning clinic. There were slightly uncomfortable plastic chairs arranged around the edges of the room, a low table in the centre piled high with out-of-date magazines such as “Horse Fancier Monthly” and “Cross Stitch For Beginners”, and the obligatory tropical fish aquarium in one corner with a couple of mournful looking guppies. There was one set of glass doors leading out to a corridor, and one solid looking wooden door with a printed sign on it saying "Chantell's Office".
[glow=red,2,300]"…so if you’ll just take a seat here, you will be called when Chantell is ready for you. Then go through into her office. I will come by with tea and coffee shortly."[/glow]
The receptionist smiled a professional yet still vaguely sincere smile as she ushered Christina into the waiting room, then turned and left back through the glass doors. Christina looked around curiously at her new surroundings, then moved to sit down.
[glow=red,2,300]"…so if you’ll just take a seat here, you will be called when Chantell is ready for you. Then go through into her office. I will come by with tea and coffee shortly."[/glow]
The receptionist smiled a professional yet still vaguely sincere smile as she ushered Christina into the waiting room, then turned and left back through the glass doors. Christina looked around curiously at her new surroundings, then moved to sit down.