It was any other day when-
“Boss, I’d like a word.”
In came Ayla, marching in like she still owned the place.
“You’re thinking of hiring an ELF? This is GOBLIN Maid Services, Samson. As in only GOBLINS work here?”
“I’M not a goblin!” pointed out Samson, grabbing his colorful horns by the tips to showcase his non-Goblinness.
“You’re not a maid either.”
“Look, not hiring her just because she’s an Elf would be discriminatory hiring practices.” He slid onto his desk a small stack of papers bound together with red string. “Anyways, look at her resume. It’s impressive stuff.”
Unconvinced, Ayla boosted herself onto the desk and began flipping through the papers. “Wow, since she was twelve? That’s pretty impressive. For a Knife-Ears.”
Samson looked Ayla, now at eye level with him. “Assuming she actually shows up tomorrow, I plan on hiring her on the spot.”
“You expect her to show up Tomorrow. I don’t see that happening, boss.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic, what makes you say that?”
“Well, you never actually told any of us about this Elf. How do you think I found out?”
A pause, as Samson processed Ayla’s statement. “She’s here?”
“She’s been sitting out in the hall for about four hours now. We just ignored her at first, we thought she was lost.”
“Christ.”
Samson raised his hand to his mouth as he shouted, “There’s no line, come on in.”
Some shuffling from outside preceded a blonde head poking in through the door, which was after a moment followed by the rest of the Elf, dragging a luggage case behind her.
“Ayla, has Zog finished today’s results?”
“He’s working on them.” Ayla pretended not to notice the Elf. “We couldn’t finish today.”
“Yeah, I expected that. Take Cinnamon with you when you go back.”
“What?”
The Elf perked up. “You mean I got the job?”
“More or less.” Samson again pointed at the resume. “I haven’t seen a resume this impressive since… Well, since I worked somewhere else. But you still have to prove you can do this.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Samson.” She bowed her head, then looked up sheepishly. “And about what we discussed over the phone…”
Samson slid onto his desk a heavy iron key. “The room’s already prepared, it’s just down the hall.”
Ayla quickly pieced together the situation. “She’s gonna be staying here too?”
“Hello, my name’s Cinnamon. I hope we get along.”
She extended a hand to Ayla, who for the first time acknowledged the Elf directly.
“Yeah, I heard.”
A bit distraught but not discouraged, Cinnamon proceeded to pull from her luggage a large tin, which she placed onto the desk, now crowded with papers, a key and a Goblin. “This is my way of saying Thank You.”
Cinnamon removed the lid to reveal an assortment of small cookies, the aromatics capturing Ayla’s attention. She grabbed a handful and popped one in her mouth.
Ayla hopped off the table, now standing next to each other revealed just how much taller the Elf was. Cinnamon shot a smile at Ayla, who seemed to stop to consider whether to reciprocate before leaving the room.
“She’ll get used to you.” Samson began quicky gobbling up handfuls of cookies. “It’s not the first time I’ve hired someone who isn’t a Goblin.”
He had begun to shove the entire tin, now empty of cookies, in his mouth. Cinnamon was a captive audience.
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