Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-07-29 06:45:00 |
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She never had any good messages, but she checked every morning at the desk all the same, hoping for word of a second interview or better yet, the call that said she'd gotten a job. She picked up the scattering of papers that were her messages before retreating to her room to read them in private. She flipped through a few of them, but they were all more of the same. Thank you for your interest in ... but we have selected another ... Until she got to something that wasn't just a jotted down phone message. She read the words over half a dozen times before she decided she wasn't mental and they hadn't changed and they said exactly what they'd said the first time she'd read through them. Interview. Interview?! That hadn't been an interview. That had been an assassination of her character or a fight or something that was so very far outside the realm of interview as for the word to be utterly ridiculous in describing what it had been. He wanted nothing to do with her, and she wanted less to do with him, so what was he thinking with this? Her fingers clenched briefly, crumpling the paper in her grasp as she tried to be rational about this. She needed a job, and this was a job. There was no reason she had to see him. It didn't even say she'd be working for him, and she knew where his office was to avoid it. She didn't even think lunch would be an issue because she could always go somewhere else. Somewhere he wasn't. It would be the height of foolishness to throw away this opportunity, especially when no one else seemed to be biting. That frustrated the hell out of her, and if she found out it was some twisted idea of charity, she'd leave. It was a thin consolation, but it soothed her pride enough that she could at least consider the prospect. There really wasn't that much to consider though. This was a job. A solid job she probably wouldn't muck up too badly -- not once she learned the ropes, at any rate. It was close to the welcome center which suited for now. Don was one person among the ... dozens, maybe hundreds that worked there. She could avoid him. She doubted he'd be seeking her out for anything, and while the thought of that made her bristle, it was almost easy enough to push it away. It was an irrelevant matter of principle; he was a jerk, and that was that. It wasn't her, it was him. So with a sigh, Lily smoothed out the wrinkles in the paper before setting it atop her dresser. She showered and dressed, uncertain what sort of attire she should purchase, but ... she could ask Joan while she was there. So she put on her nicest skirt-and-blouse combo and her only pair of shoes, and after checking herself in the mirror, tucked her wand up her sleeve, snagged the paper off the dresser, and headed out to meet the day. _____________ It was a brief walk to her apparent new place of employment, and she waited outside the front door a moment until she had found her polite mask. It wouldn't do either of them any good for her to take this out on Joan, who'd done nothing to raise Lily's ire. She wanted to make a good impression, and one man was not going to make her ruin everything. Still, it took her a minute more before she thought she was reasonably composed. She trod the path that was becoming familiar to wind her way to where Joan was so they could get started. |