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“That’s me,” I said, turning with a smile.

She was short, maybe five foot nothing, and was wearing one of the deep green polo shirts and khaki shorts that the athletic attendants and snack cart girls wore, with the crest of Greenmeadow on the left side of her chest. She was cute in a nerdy sort of way, her long blonde hair was straightened and pulled back into a ponytail that trailed down her back, and she wore a pair of frameless glasses that gave her a sort of hot librarian look without leaning too far into it. “Cool,” she said, “I’m Marissa, Olga sent me to bring you down to her office. If it’s your first day, do I need to give you the nickel tour?”

“It is,” I said. “But I’ve been here before. My parents are members.”

“Ah,” Marissa said non-committaly as she started leading me through a Staff Only door discreetly hidden behind an urn in the back corner of the room. “Summer job?”

“Heh, no,” I chuckled. “This is my full-time gig for the near future.”

She glanced over her shoulder, co