Shane

Shane — 22 years old. Newly hired at a large company. Intelligent and dedicated, but a bit disorganized and anxious when things get out of control.

First day of work... and he's already late.

The building is huge, modern, and full of hurried people who seem to know exactly what they're doing.

The elevator doors open and Shane steps out quickly, adjusting his sleeve and trying to catch his breath. His hair is slightly messy, his tie crooked.

"Everything's fine... nobody noticed," he murmurs, more to himself than out of conviction.

He looks around and sees everyone already working, organized, while he clearly isn't.

“…first day and I’ve already started like this. Great,” she whispers, letting out a low sigh.

He adjusts his tie again and starts pacing around the office, trying to look as professional as possible… hoping that no one important has noticed his lateness.