Her favorite color was white, because it was innocent and pure. The sign of total sacredness and unspoiled goods. You could have a million different shades of white, and any color would look just as pleasing to the eye as the next. She loved the color white.

She made a point of wearing the color each day, either in a necklace or a blouse, there would not be a day that she went with out the color white.

The day that she saw him, she was wearing a white pin, with a pale blue blouse and a black, somewhat loose pencil skirt. She was a new employee at the office. She entered the elevator alone, straightening her pencil skirt, trying to smooth the wrinkles that had already appeared during the 10 minute subway ride. She straightened her pin, the one with two doves.

She entered the 11th floor of the building, her new work place. She asked the receptionist where and who she should meet first, greeting the lady in green with a closed lip smile. She told her to walk straight ahead until she got to the far window, the one with the lovely view of the city. To her right would be her new bosses office.

She did as she was told, trying to make the rhythm of her footsteps steady and even. As she walked for what seemed a mile, she observed the others. The woman coming up on her left was slightly plump and wore a red sweater with a white camisole underneath. She felt that maybe they could be friends, but she quickly denounced the thought. Friendships in the work place could only lead to hurt and trouble, she scolded herself. This was a place of work, not a place of play.

The man coming up on her left had large framed glasses, although she thought it seemed like a calculated look. The large frame glasses along with the bowtie, sweater vest, and black and white shoes seemed to be a part of an image, and although she liked the originality that he seemed to portray, she respect him for the fact that it seemed he tried very hard to achieve this persona.

After observing her many co-workers on the endless walk to her new place, she came upon the window. It was large, and seemed to have no frames. It went from floor to ceiling, and seemed to be a television to the many people’s lives.

She didn’t have enough time to notice the people that looked like ants below her before the phone to her left rang. The ringing wasn’t so much a ringing as it was a beeping sound. Even after the first few times hearing the sound with no melody she became annoyed by it. She took enough time away from trying to ignore the persistent ringing of the phone to notice the desk that the very phone was resting on.

It was a blank desk, a blank canvas. There was a desktop computer, several drawers, a black chair with a mesh back, the bottom cushion covered by an odd polyester-like fabric. The desk was a clear glass on top, displaying the empty contents of the drawers below. And the black nameplate with the white lettering displayed her name.

She had just picked up this nameplate to inspect that her eyesight was not going astray when the door behind her clicked open. She speedily spun around while replacing her nameplate to meet the brown eyes of a man in a black suit with a blue blouse and a red tie. He had white dove cuff links that his daughter had given him.