devil’s in the details || ronan + edward
For once, Edward was getting something done. Having trawled through various newspapers, he eventually found an opening at a pharmaceuticals company. Secretarial work was probably just filing and the like - it used to be, anyway - so he didn’t expect it to be outside of his capabilities. And he had a decent grasp of technology, largely from hanging around students a few years back whilst he did his most recent degree.
So he just about managed to fill out a fake(ish) CV and send it in, and got a call a few days later asking him to come in for an interview. Frankly, he was astonished, but he wasn’t ready to complain. And he needed to afford his rent somehow. The next week, in a casual suit he bought especially for the occasion, and twenty minutes early, he arrived at the building.
The receptionist waved him through, told him to follow signs to a Ms Ramirez’s office (apparently she was head of human resources). Edward’s sense of direction left much to be desired, and it wasn’t long before he was lost on the third floor, looking anxiously at one of the signs.
When a person left a room to his right and started towards him, he cleared his throat. “Sorry, excuse me, do you have any idea where Ms Ramirez’s office is? This is an awfully big building.” He gestured with an ink-stained hand to the list of names of rooms on the floor - hers wasn’t one of them. “She’s in human resources, I think.”
The man he had spoken to was several inches taller than Edward was, and far broader. Ordinarily he might have cowered in the presence of him, but he was almost too highly-strung to be scared. And besides, there was nobody else to ask. He looked at his watch. He was fine, he still had more than fifteen minutes left. All the same. Edward couldn’t abide lateness.
