Private Finished A perfectly "legal" interview

Xavier sighed as he polished the dark mahogany counter-top for the seventeenth time, "Oh god, I've been keeping count!" He lamented to himself as he stared wistfully at his reflection. Everything was in place, his vest and tie were immaculate, his hair was neatly cut, and the watch on his wrist cost more than some houses. Although money was exactly one of his many problems.

This shop had cost him the last of his savings, and most of his college fund. Even though the lighting and locale could be better, for how bad Xavier's money situation was, this was the best he could do.

A dark, drab building in the seedier part of town with an entrance that opened into the scenic view of the nearest back alleyway. You know, the view all five star hotels would kill for. He huffed in annoyance as he stared at his handmade "Help wanted" Flier.

"Maybe I should just hire a graphic artist." He grumbled as he stared at his crudely drawn image of a magical diagram that he had printed off some website. "Cool factor they said. Cool factor my ass." He let the flier slip from his fingers and rest on the counter top. As he gazed out across the many semi-empty shelves of his shop, he sighed once again. "I'm almost tempted to call daddy dearest and beg for my allowance back....almost." He said absentmindedly and then shuddered at the thought of being involved in such an unseemly thing. Not to mention the rest of the family would never let him live it down.

"If someone doesn't walk through that door soon, I'm closing shop and becoming a stripper." Xavier thought to himself before he let out a discontent huff and stared at the door.

@Wolfie

Xavier gave the newcomer a once over. Not over dressed, although he didn't look like he lived in a cardboard box either. "His hair could be less bright." Xavier thought to himself. He nodded in confirmation as he was asked if this was the right place. "Indeed! Welcome to my little hole in the wall." Xavier said as he gestured to the dim store interior.

Upon the word interview being mentioned, Xavier straightened his posture and a gleam returned to his silver eyes. "Well I'll be, you've made a wonderful decision by coming here! One moment!" He exclaimed as he disappeared into the back of the shop.

He returned shortly with a chair which he sat on the opposite side of the store counter. "Have a seat, we'll discuss job opportunities, qualifications and finally wages. If all goes well, you'll start work tomorrow." Xavier said as he beamed confidently at the man across from him. "Ah! Where are my manners!" he said in an exasperated tone.

"I'm Xavier Desouk the third, owner of Darkheart Artifacts and collector of interesting things." He said as he held out his hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you Ethan." Xavier said enthusiastically as he beamed at him. "Credentials aren't much of a problem as this is a very peculiar job. Tell me, do you have any experience in magical artifacts and weapons? Or perhaps any previous experience with running a front desk, or sweeping?" Xavier asked, although he paused and tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner.

"Are you allergic to trans-dimensional gunpowder by the way? Oh! Or shellfish, definitely shellfish." Xavier said as he retrieved a small leather bound notepad from the interior pocket of his vest. He then grabbed a pen from his back pocket and jotted down a few notes.

"Hmm...Any sensitivity to light, loud noises, or the possibility of being in close proximity to explosions?"


@Wolfie

Xavier peered at the other man in front of him before he smiled again the mention of such a ring interested him greatly, however Xavier restrained himself. "Well, seeing as I think you'll fare better than my last assistant, consider yourself hired!" Xavier exclaimed, once again flashing him a very charismatic smile.

He then reached under the desk and retried a small box. Upon opening the box, Xavier reached inside and handed Ethan a sizable key made of wrought iron. "This is the spare key to the place, you'll need it if I'm ever not here to open up early."

He paused and once again and tapped his pencil against his cheek. "Oh, and make sure that you lock the door after closing. I'd hate to have some vagabond waltz in thinking this place is abandoned, only to set off the anti-pedestrian cannons. Ammunition for those things ain't cheap if you understand my meaning!" He chuckled light heartedly and then scribbled another note into his notepad.

"You'll start by earning nine dollars and fifty three cents an hour working the front desk taking phone calls and working the register as well as taking orders. If you have any other questions, now's the time to ask." Xavier said as he glanced up from his notebook.

@Wolfie

"You'll be working mostly night hours on the weekends. Generally from eight to twelve thirty. Other than that, you shouldn't be called in during the week unless it's horrifically busy. Or unless you'd like to work more."

Xavier said as he glanced up momentarily to look at the man cross the counter. After second, he went back and jotted down a final note before closing his notepad and tucking his pen back up his sleeve. He stretched slightly and then smoothed out his vest.

"Now then, training begins Friday at sundown, so be here by no later than six-thirty if possible. If you have any other questions, concerns, comments, or quandaries, I can be reached here." With a flourish, Xavier produced a business card from his other sleeve which had his many phone numbers, emails and other such information neatly printed on the dark maroon card.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're free to go. I look forward to working with you." Xavier said with a small bow.

@Wolfie