**Hey! It’s been ages since I’ve posted a story. I’m gonna try and post more often… I hope :) This story came from an idea by an anon user, so please send me your ideas, I love hearing them! Maybe I’ll write a sequel to this… I dunno. I really enjoyed writing the being forced to answer questions scene.**
**p.s I was gonna say guess which celebrity Margot was based off,** [but it’s kinda obvious](https://imgur.com/gallery/4udYI63/comment/450464149) **:)**
**ENJOY.**
‘Mr Temple will see you now, dear.’ The receptionist said, placing the phone back down and looking back at her computer screen as if Margot wasn’t even there.
*Here we go. Showtime.*
Margot stood up from the brown faux leather couch. She’d been waiting outside the office with the bored receptionist for what felt like half a day, and her turquoise pencil skirt had creased slightly. She patted her thighs down slightly and wondered if she should have worn the black skirt instead of the blue.
*Black is more professional, yes, but the turquoise goes with your blonde hair and blue eyes. Plus, black would clash with the complexion of your skin. You didn’t spend all that time sunbathing for nothing.*