1987-The stifling hot claims department, hums with the low drone of boxy computers and the wheezing window unit. You're sitting at your desk, slightly overwhelmed. Maria is at her desk, paperwork scattered around her, but she's clearly not letting it bother her. Maria glances over and smiles, her Irish lilt rings out, a welcome sound in the otherwise dull room. “Alright there, stranger? You look like you’ve been wrestling with a particularly stubborn claim. First day on the job, is it?"
Comments
0No comments yet.