I looked out of the corner of my eye at Amanda as I drove, worried for her. She had transformed since she left the hospital and was dressed professionally; she wore black slacks and a blazer, and her hair was pulled back in a sophisticated ponytail, all of her curls tied back away from her face. Her skin and lips looked less parched than they did in the hospital, and I even noticed a hint of makeup dashed around her eyes. You almost couldn't tell she was ever in an accident, though the faint scars that spotted her skin when you looked for too long told otherwise.

        She absently wrung her hands as we drove, her knuckles white as they clasped together. "You seem nervous," I noted, nodding towards her lap.

        Her only reaction was to furrow her eyebrows as she watched the road in front of her, continuing the nervous twitch. I kept quiet the rest of the trip, leaving her to her thoughts.

        When we got there I had helped her out of the car and into the building, her newly healed pelvis still giving her trouble when she walked long distances. Martin was there to let us in, and the two exchanged a pleasant introduction. Amanda was reserved, though I couldn't tell if it was because she was anxious or that was her reaction to strangers.

        Trott and Smith were already waiting by Lewis' door when Amanda and I made our way towards them. "Hey," she greeted quietly, not really looking at them as she stared at the closed door in front of her. I wanted to say something or at least grab her hand to assure her that everything would be alright, but something about her ridged stance made me wary of doing anything.

        "Are you ready?" Trott asked, giving her a concerned look. She only just acknowledged the two standing next to the door, and gave a small nod; she didn't look ready.

        Smith placed a hand on her shoulder and she flinched. "Don't worry, everything will work out, I promise," he said, tilting his head down so he could look in her eyes.

        His sincerness surprised me, and I was beginning to realize that there was something extremely strange about this girl, and I didn't entirely understand it. She seemed to attract people's affection like a magnet; those around Amanda were seemingly automatically comfortable and friendly to her. It explained why our relationship was moving so fast; something about her made us feel like old friends rather than having just formally met a few weeks ago. That was also probably why I had felt such an attraction to her in the first place. She was just... appealing. Smith and Trott already seemed like they had been best friends with her for years, even though they've never actually had a real conversation.

        Lewis must have heard our voices, for his door swung open and he seemed to be taken aback by all the people in the hallway. He looked over Amanda and seemed to pity her as she stood with a surprised and almost fearful look on her face. "Come in," he said, motioning to his office and holding the door open, "You must be the girl I've been hearing so much about..." He pressed himself against the door to let her through, and the expectant look on Amanda's face made me fall in behind her.

        Amanda sat on the edge of her chair, her hands clasped firmly together in her lap and her shoulders pulled back. She may have looked confident if it wern't for the terror in her eyes. Lewis sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and sat down. "Now, I'm very sorry to hear what happened, and I hope you are doing alright..." he started, getting right into it. Amanda nodded to his presumed question and he continued, "but I need you to realize that I'm in a predicament here."

        I looked over at Amanda and saw her gulp, but she kept the same neutral facial expression. "Please, Lewis Brindley," she started, sounding somewhat panicked and leaning forward in her chair, "I moved from America for this job..."

        He raised a hand to silence her. "I understand that," he said, "but we have already hired Richard and we don't really have the budget to add another intern to the pay roll..."

        "I'll take a cut in pay," Amanda suggested quickly, though I knew that was the last thing she could do.

        "And... there's really not a lot for you to do around here. There's no need for another editor and with Richard working so hard to do everything else..."  Lewis continued.

       "She could help us!" I said suddenly, " We always have things to do at Hat Films."

        Lewis seemed to be growing frustrated with the battle back and forth between suggestions and excuses. "You know it isn't my decision Ross," he said sternly, fixing me with a look, "It's Polaris'."

        I looked back over at Amanda and she still held the same expression, though from right next to her I watched as her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. She dropped her head and stared at the hands in her lap, and I felt a lump form in my throat not only in commiseration but also because I didn't want her to leave. I had been looking forward to working with her, and I thought a little begging would easily get her the job, but now I saw that it was more complicated than that.

        Lewis gave her the same pitiful look he had earlier and drew a hand across his mouth, sighing through his fingers and tapping a pen on the desk. He seemed to be debating something, and I desperately hoped he had a solution to our problem. "How old are you?" he asked after a while.

        Amanda's head snapped back up at the sound of his voice. "23," she said, looking confused.

        "And when will you be graduating?" he continued to drill her.

        "Uh... next May if I can catch up on all my classes..." she answered quietly, clearly confused where he was going with this.

        "How much experience have you had in front of the camera as opposed to behind it?" he asked, and the question gave me an inclination to what he was thinking.

        She looked uncomfortable. "A little... I was on Acidburn's vlogs and maybe a series or two..." she said slowly, trying to piece together what he was actually asking.

        He paused to think, once again leaning his chin into his palm. "I may be able to get you a job as a content creator..." he said, more to himself than us.

        "What?" she asked, a mortified look on her face, "N..no I can't..."

        I quickly covered up her statement with a "Well that's great!", knowing that it was our best idea to keep Amanda in Bristol. She gave me a horrified look as if I had done something terrible and I quickly stood, pulling at her arm before she could say anything else.

        "I still can't promise anything," Lewis said, his statement weighted like a threat. "It's a rigorous, full time job; we will expect a lot more out of you if that is the path we take," he said, and then paused, giving us a small smile to break the seriousness, "I will try my hardest to ensure that you are happy with you're new arrangements."

        Amanda looked as if she was going to protest, so I quickly grabbed the handle and tugged the door open. Smith and Trott fell over each other as their support on the door disappeared, and they quickly tried to cover up their slip with nonchalant grins and stances. Lewis only looked over his monitor at them and shook his head with an amused smile on his face.

        Amanda pushed past the three of us into the hallway and we all stepped outside, shutting the door behind us. "Congratulations!" Trott exclaimed, "See? You didn't have anything to worry about!"

        She gave him an incredulous look. "Nothing to worry?..." she scoffed, pausing to look at the door behind us as she lowered her voice. "Do you have anywhere we could talk in private?" she asked quietly, wary of the thin walls separating us from our boss.

      "This way," I told her, leading her down the hall to our large office. She followed quickly, obviously panicked.

          She was the last one in and the minute she closed the door she whirled on us. "Are you insane?" she hissed, trying to keep her voice down, "I can't be a content creator!"

        "Why not?" I asked her, confused as to why she would pass up that kind of opportunity. Most people I talked to would kill to have my job and work in Yogtowers, not to mention how obsessed the fans are about trying to apply here.

        "I can't go to school, edit for Nick Valentine, and work a full time job as a Youtuber!" she exclaimed, exasperated.

         I felt a pang of jealous at the mention of his name. "You're still working with him?" I asked, wondering what else she had been holding back on.

        She only gave me an agitated look and Smith said, "The editors can help off load some of the work."

        "But...I don't know the first thing about entertainment!" she sighed, "I'm not...funny..."

        Smith waved off her comment. "Oh don't worry about that. You've got a building full of people willing to help you," he said, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

        She only seemed to be more burdened with that knowledge. Trott took note of it and said, "It's a very creative and inspiration environment."

        "I mean..." she sighed, looking down at her feet, "He hasn't even said yes yet..."

        Smith only laughed. "You underestimate Lewis," he responded, "he's pretty good at getting Polaris to let us do anything we want." He let go of her and plopped down on the couch, seemingly content on the matter.

        "But...but I..." she stammered.

        I walked over to her and place my hands on her shoulders. "Hey," I cut her off, "I don't want you to worry about what will happen if you get a job. We're here for you." I pulled her over to the couch and sat down next to Smith, bringing her into my embrace as she seated herself.

        "What if I don't even get the job?" she asked quietly, her voice choked with sadness. She turned her eyes up towards me and gave me a sad look, her brown irises dismal and melancholy.

        I didn't have the answer to her question, and I really didn't want to get either of our hopes up, so I told her, "We will just have to wait and see." We fell into an awkward silence as she didn't reply, and I tightened my grip around her shoulders and gently leaned my forehead against her temple, trying to telepathically will her into feeling better.

        Trott was pacing in front of the three of us, but stopped to look at the sad girl in my arms. "What time do you have to leave?" he pipped.

        "One..." she said plainly.

        "You're welcome to stay and hang out here til then," he suggested.

        "How about a tour?!" Smith volunteered, getting up and standing by Trott, giving us expectant looks. Trott smiled and nodded his approval.

        I flinched and jumped up quickly. "Smithy... that might not be the best idea right now..." I said quietly, trying to make it so that Amanda couldn't hear us with my back to her. "I wouldn't want her to get attached to this place and then not get the job..." I whispered over his shoulder, though she could probably hear me.

        Smith ignored me and stepped away from the two of us, offering Amanda a hand up. "Yeah but how many people can say they've gotten a tour of Yogtowers by Hat Films before?" he asked, leading her to the door, "It will be like the ultimate fan exclusive!"

        I didn't really approve of him calling her a 'fan' since it felt as if she were more famous than we were just because she was the editor for Acidburngaming, but if she didn't get the job than I guess she would just be a fan in all intents and purposes. A fan that I went on dates with and lost sleep thinking about.

        "I really wouldn't want to get in the way of you're work..." she trailed.

        "You wouldn't be," I told her, giving her a reassuring smile.

        "Yeah," Trott agreed, walking over to the door and opening it. He bowed and motion to the doorway with a hand, "After you," he said to us.

        As I had expected, those we introduced to Amanda seemed infatuated with her. Even with the little she said, they were happy to meet her and were extremely friendly. I couldn't place the reason as to why she seemed to have such an attractive personality, though I was glad everyone liked her. It would be easier for her to adapt to the office's working style if they were there to support and help her, and she would have no trouble with that if they all continued to treat her the way they did when they met her. Now she just needed to get the job.