Dave, well I suppose Dana now, slithered towards the main office. As she slithered there, no one seemed to care for notice her. She soon opened the office door and was greeted by an older woman.
Nicholson: Aw, Mr. Dave. Or I suppose Mrs. Dana.
Dana: Miss, I am so sorry. I just wanted to try it on and...
Nicholson: Dana, calm down. No ones mad at you. Though, you did just slither necked infront of everyone.
Dana blushed and realized she was right.
Dana: Sorry.
Nicholson: It's okay. I'll go get clothes for you, while you sigh the paperwork.
Dana: The paper work?
Nicholson: You want this job, right?
Dana: Yeah.
Nicholson: Then sign it while I go and get you clothes.
Dana: Okay