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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It was hard not to let the professional façade slide, but she managed it, face calm whilst thinking quickly all the while. A month was quite a lengthy amount of training, and she'd have to be very quick on her feet to learn enough to start doing the job well. Having her brain picked was fine: Millicent knew she had learned a lot from her previous employment, and how to multi-task under pressure. It just...would be interesting having to work so closely with people who wouldn't normally be in her...social atmosphere, as it were.

But a bigger sticking point remained, she realised as Rich kept speaking, and Millicent pressed her lips together very slightly. She was proud of her magic; it felt like a sort of betrayal, in a way, to have to completely hide that she had the abilities she did. There was a lot of Muggle machinery in the room, she noticed again: the computer, and several other things she didn't recognise. They all looked fairly expensive, she thought to herself, and handling them would make her nervous. Not only because she didn't know how to use them, but because it would only be correct for her to replace them if something happened to them while she were doing so.

And she had to wonder how well she would take to the finer points of very specifically not using magic.

Practicality and upbringing warred in her eyes as she looked around the room again. The former reminded her that rent needed to be paid by whatever manner she could contrive, since her father had specifically stated how much help he could and couldn't give her. But the latter screeched that she couldn't possibly consider working somewhere she'd have to hide her magic (need, indeed!), and be taught by people she probably wouldn't know in the first place. Her impression from Dora was that Rich seemed to be extremely practical, to the point of tolerating almost no frills at all, and that had been borne out so far. She could appreciate that, she admitted to herself. He was very, very frank, for good or ill, but he did at least see that she would be flying blind at the beginning, if he made her an offer and she accepted.

In the moment after he finished, Millicent thought rapidly. Her family had kept out of the world of the Death Eaters, but nevertheless, given that she'd been a Slytherin in Potter's year, not many would-be employers were eager to make her an offer. She couldn't begin to think how she would adapt (or what her father or, Morgana help her, Pansy would think), but Rich was offering, and she needed to make the best of her cards. No one could fault her for that. International Exports had an excellent reputation; she knew that from the small handful of times her father had gotten products through them. And for all that she didn't quite understand how the ship sailed, it seemed to be done very tightly.

So she sat back in her chair, shoulders straight, and tilted her head in query. "What would you expect from me in the first few weeks, given my...background? What do you consider the most important thing for me to learn at first?" Taking another sip of her water, she thought over his earlier comment. "How many office assistants do you employ, currently? What does a typical day in your office look like?"