@quick-drxw cont. from X
“Race hardly matters to me.” The words were honest and casual, as if the thought was merely a passing one. Slim fingers tightened around the porcelain of her tea cup, the tan line, where her wedding ring had once been worn, standing out against her tan skin, “With the passing of my husband, at the hands of our ‘brothers and sisters’…it’s hard to say who can be trusted these days.” There was no spite or anger in her tone, merely sadness and disappointment coloring the soft words, “Until we get to the bottom of the matter, you truly might be our best option. Recommendations and experience aside.”
Clearing her throat, golden eyes rose to meet his across the small table, as those same, small hands retrieved a thin stack of papers from beneath the wooden surface. Sliding it across, her fingertips lingered momentarily on a few bullet-points listed on the first page, “If you accept, you can start immediately. You’ll be given your own room, amenities, and meals from the kitchen. You’ll receive a salary and bonuses for travel and special occasions — such as meetings, conferences, galas, etcetera.” Her finger traveled down the page, tracing the lines as she explained them, “The hours can be long, but should you require sick leave or vacation time, accommodations can be arranged with proper notice. There is no official uniform, but when traveling we do ask that you wear the colors of the house — black, white, and gold.”
Pulling her hand back to her side, she slid a fancy pen toward him, eyes rising to take in his features once more, “Feel free to look over all of the details before you sign, as those were merely the highlights. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask them. We need to be on the ‘same page’, no pun intended, for this to be successful.” A quiet laugh escaped her at the unintentional joke, but it died around the rim of her teacup, when she lifted it to take another sip. “Take all the time you need. My afternoon is free.”
