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Who: Bay Choteau and Logan Waterhouse
What: A job interview
Where: Bay's office
When: Recently
Warnings:None!



Right, interview. Bay attempted to clean up the already neat office (he'd learned long ago that if you never let it get messy, it never took much to clean it up) but a few stray papers were hanging around that he filed. Having someone else here to do that would be so much easier and leave him free to work the clients when they came in the door.

Of course, that was assuming that this girl (Logan) actually showed up. He was pretty sure that instead of a girl coming in the door, he'd look up and find one of his buddies there, signaling to the whole group of them to all get a laugh. Fuckers. He'd get them back. Didn't really matter if he'd met that girl from it once before, his buddies could have arranged that.

The book that started all this was in his Escalade, parked out front. Bay had quickly learned that if brought the damn thing in, black sand went everywhere from it. Out in the car it remained. And inside, where the air conditioning was good and he had a single potted plant that had once seen better days, he remained. It wasn't too hot yet, but that didn't stop him from wearing a short sleeved white button down and a pair of light, khaki pants that did nothing whatsoever to make him look like he couldn't be a contender for the Hulk if he'd had green skin instead. Sitting down at his desk, he checked his email again to see if one of his contacts had sent him anything back yet.

Logan checked her journal one last time to make sure she was at the right address before dropping it into her bag. She was less nervous than she thought she'd be, given that she was about to walk into an interview, but the last few weeks of pounding the pavement had made her a little more at ease with the whole thing. She was still shy and awkward, she knew, but hopefully less tongue tied. Besides, unlike all the other total strangers she had interviewed with in the past, at least this one had spoken to her on the journalwebs. At the very least, she'd have a conversation starter if the interview got derailed.

With a last check to make sure her peach pleated skirt and cream blouse were hanging straight, Logan pushed open the door to the office and walked in. There was only the one man in the office for her to speak with, so she headed right to him. "Hi, I'm Logan Waterhouse. I'm here for the interview...?" Her voice pitched higher at the end of the sentence, despite her intention to stay confident. "I spoke to a Mr-" she paused slightly, it was a mister, right? "Bay."

She was -- petite (and female, like she had said). Brown eyes, that shade of honey blonde hair that could go dirty dark blonde or gold coated chestnut. Peach and cream, she wanted to be professional while being feminine -- all of this was assessed in the few seconds before he offered out his hand and smiled, all giant white teeth and easiness. "Me, you spoke to me." She was young, but that could be a benefit in their job rather than a hazard.

"Nice to meet you, Logan." So there were other people, not his friends, on the other side. Bizarre. He stood up slowly from his place behind the computer and even with the desk between them, he still felt like he was looming over her. Bay would have to watch that in the future. "Go ahead and have a seat. We'll start with your experience and then what I'm looking for, see if they match, and then go from there."

Logan shook the hand and took a seat, trying not to shrink against the size of the man in front of her. Even in his light clothes he was incredibly huge, and when he stood up, she felt like a little kid looking up a sculpture in a museum. Focus on the interview, Logan. With a deep breath, she smiled and tried to explain her strange past. "I graduated recently with degrees in Business Management and Drawing. I got a late start to college, so I doubled down on courses to catch up with everyone else who was there. It took me a little over two years to complete my coursework." Pausing, she pull a sheet from within the folder she had brought along. "Here's my resume, if you would like to take a look." She grew silent, allowing the man to scan the sheet before she started talking too fast or too much. "What sort of work experience are you looking for?" It would be clear from her resume that she had very little to speak of, but also that she was a smart and dedicated kid who could get things done. Now she just had to hope (and convince Bay) that that was enough.

Determined and studious if she had done it in two years. Bay perused her resume, noting the lack of work experience which made him wonder about the years before she'd gotten into college. Obviously if she was doubling up on classes, it would explain why she didn't have a job in college -- too busy with classes. "Why'd you start late?" He asked, setting the paper down as he looked up at her. She didn't look like she had a face that could lie, but if there was one thing he'd learned in his years working with the LVPD, it was that everyone could and would lie. If she did now, he'd find out on her background check and thank her for her time, but let her know that she hadn't made the final cut of applicants.

"I mostly need someone that's organized to file things, someone that can answer phones and can deal with people that are usually upset when they call. Might need you to distract someone occasionally, so you'll need to be able to think fast on your feet."

Logan had considered how she would respond to that question before she walked in the door. In other interviews she had always just said something along the lines of health issues in the family, but this wasn't just any interview. She was here to work for a Private Investigator; a man whose job it was to dig dirt up on people. Logan had most of her sick time evading questions that went into her history, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep up a lie if Bay pushed her. More importantly, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Wasn't a job just like any other relationship? She'd sure read enough books that told her that starting one of those off on a lie was always a bad plan. "I was... sick." Logan finally said, trying to keep her voice neutral. "I'm better now."

She nodded at the list of the job duties. They were more or less the same he had given to her on the journals. "I can organize and answer phones, and people don't generally tend to get angry at me." Logan had also had years breaking news of her sickness to people and consoling them when they felt awful about it, but she didn't think she should mention it. "I... think I can probably distract someone, if I needed to." She thought long, and she thought hard, pulling together all the moves she'd seen on TV and in movies. "I think I might be able to seem clueless. Definitely helpless, if that's better."

The response only got the slightest of pauses from Bay. Sick how? Sick as in mental institution or sick in other ways? There was no way to tell that, not from looking at her, he'd either have to ask or find out from her background. A quick glance at her and he decided background. If she didn't feel comfortable divulging the entirety of what had happened in her past, she wasn't going to do it with a few questions and she wasn't a perp to be interrogated.

"It might. It's going to require different things from you. The hours are standard office hours, but I might need you at off hours too." It'd be good to have someone here during that time, as Bay was really only in the office during the afternoon and nights tended to be spent on work outside the office. And while it might be good to have someone with experience, there was a part of him that believed in taking a risk on people. If she passed her checks, they could try things out, see if it worked for both of them. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Logan nodded. "I can do off hours. I'm not much of a party-er, and I haven't been here long enough to have all my nights booked up with friends." Movies, comics, drawings, those were all things that could be shuffled around as need be. "Just the usual. When do you need someone to start," a pause, as she swallowed, "what's the pay, if there's anyone else I would be working with if you hired me..." she petered out, trying to think of what else she'd need to know. "And if there's anything else the job would require that you think I should know? I've watched a lot of spy movies and tv shows, so my expectations could be a little dramatic."

"As soon as possible after your checks are complete," Bay answered, then took the questions one by one. "And I'll start you at twelve dollars an hour. Fifteen if I need you to do something at night. I'll pay seventy five percent of your health insurance if you need it, you pay the other twenty five. I have a tech guy that comes in occasionally so you'll see him." He paused there, because that was an interesting question. "It's not nearly as glamorous as it is on TV and I don't wear a fedora. Or a trenchcoat. And I'm not calling you Friday and there's no smoking in the office." She didn't smell like a smoker, but he thought he should get that out of the way. "I don't call women Dames either."

The price seemed reasonable, especially as they both knew he'd be taking a chance hiring a girl with no references. A chance that no other employer that allowed her to stay fully clothed seemed to want to take. The health insurance was a perk she honestly hadn't been expecting, but if there was a company out there that would be willing to cover her, she'd take it. "I don't think I could pull off being a Friday," she replied with an amused grin. "It's hard enough being named after a man. To be honest I'd been hoping for for the trench coat, but this city is too hot for it. As for smoking, you don't need to worry, it won't be a problem." Logan paused and bit a corner of her lip. "Is there any other information you need me to send you to help move things along?"

"Unless I'm doubling as the Sweating Man, I'm not wearing a trenchcoat," he said dryly before he cracked a grin, all white teeth and amusement. He might be huge, but Bay knew how to laugh. Leaning back in his chair, he tucked both hands behind his head. "No, not unless you want to harass some people." It was going to take as long as it was going to take, but if she was clean, it would probably take less time because there was less to look at. "Does it sound like something you want?"

"I could try, but I don't think they'd feel very harassed at the end of it." Bay was a massive man but he had a nice, non threatening laugh. Logan found herself smiling back. "I think the job sounds perfect. I know there's a lot out there for me to learn, and this seems like a great place to do it." Even as she said the words she could tell it sounded like she was sucking up, but she was telling the truth. "One of the reasons I came to this city was because I thought it'd have some of the most interesting characters running around. I'm guessing you have some really colorful ones walking through your door every day."

"You have no idea." Colorful yes, and he was no longer picking out pieces of bones from walls or running DNA. He'd liked helping to put away criminals, but it had worn him down. By comparison, this took more work but it didn't leave him with cold sweats in the early hours when he should be sleeping. "I've got your number on here, so I'll give you a call when I get everything back and we'll go from there." He stood up once more, but there was absolutely no hiding the fact that he loomed over her. "Oh, do you know how to handle a gun? If you don't, we'll go have to go a range so you can learn. Not," he added hastily, "that I expect you will need to fire a gun, but you should know how just to be safe."

Logan followed suit and rose to her feet, forcing herself to stand tall in front of the man who towered over her. "That works great." She paused and swallowed. "No, I've never even touched one. Is that something you think has a chance of coming up?" Logan didn't exactly have a problem with guns, and definitely thought she should learn how to use one before she ever got near one; she just couldn't picture herself ever holding one. "Veronica Mars just had a taser, and she's the only example of this job I've really seen."

"I prefer not to wait for it to happen for you to figure out how. Or if you were to find one, or if someone brought one in to be tested, you need to know how to handle it safely." A taser? "A taser is the same general principle, but it takes some practice to really use one. Pepper spray as well." That she should know just for herself. People could say whatever they wanted to about this being a big city, so she would know how to protect herself, but that shit happened in small towns too. "I'll give you a call as soon as I hear something, then we'll look into getting you some practice time." He offered his hand out to her again. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Logan."

"I haven't tried a taser or pepper spray either, but I guess now is as good a time as any to start." Especially if she was going to be working nights. Logan hadn't had to worry about her safety much since getting here, as she was usually either at home, or with Jan at the drag bar. There wasn't much opportunity to feel unsafe in either of those places. "If I might need to use any of it, it'll be safer for everyone if I've practiced first." She took the hand and shook it again, half-amazed that her thin fingers weren't crushed in Bay's huge hand. "It was great meeting you too, Bay. I'll look forward to getting your call." With one last smile and check to make sure she had all her things, she turned around and went back into the Las Vegas sun, pleased that she'd finally found her shot at gainful employment.