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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As much research as she'd done on the company before she'd owled to ask about the position, Millicent thought as she opened her bottle of water, she hadn't found much on the man sitting across from her. She'd learned over the years that the Summerbys did business with non-magical clients, but she hadn't been quite sure how much interaction he himself would have with Muggles in his day-to-day business. But the more he spoke, the more she understood that it was a lot, and she couldn't help thinking she was coming at this with a distinct disadvantage. Even her stepmother, by far one of the more tolerant people she knew, hadn't done much (if anything) with Muggle technology, and Millicent regarded the computer-thingy with no little trepidation. If she were hired, and it broke, would she be expected to learn how to fix it? Would magic be permitted in certain circumstances in the office, for that matter?

Though he was right, she thought as he started breaking down numbers -- twenty galleons wouldn't get her far. In that case, it wasn't so surprising he didn't ask for any kind of oath; his way of handling things made a fair bit of sense. Tying a person's pay to their productivity would be a good incentive in itself. She wasn't sure it would work all the time, but that wasn't any of her business, either. And how intriguing that she would be permitted to close contracts in some situations. How much training would that require, she wondered? She needed to remember to ask.

Language learning charms! Millicent leaned forward a little, unconscious of doing it. She had never had the chance to learn any, especially when her aunt was the only one in the family who really cared about such, and she hadn't been on good terms with Millicent's father for some time now. "I enjoy Marseilles," she said with a nod, head tilting in thought. "It sounds reasonable so far, though I wonder how much training I would need in order to be able to close contracts as you mentioned before?" She took a small sip of her water. "And how much magic would I be permitted to use behind closed office doors?" A tiny roll of her fingers encompassed all of the technology on the desk where Rich sat. "Would it interfere with your...gadgets?"