The worker was a woman who took care of escorting any potential recruits on the Sickle Salve staff. She was a young female who was a psychic and kept a secret of her most hidden talents. Joseph knew her best cause she's been working under him since she came to apply for business here. Sarah Clow had short, dark brown hair with the ends curling just about her round cheeks. A bit chubby, but wasn't described as fat more like lean and was only five ft four to her boss's tall stature. The frenchman smiled up at her waiting for what she needed to report to him. He sat back in his large, overstuffed chair with his fingers tucked in between while his dark blue hues pierced into her pale green orbs. "Mr. Bodine? A lady is here to see you for an interview. Would you like to see her? "Sarah's sweet, innocent voice played softly on his delicate ear drums, he can smell her honey sickle fragrance bouncing off her pores like an open floor.

A business tone slid past his lips, directing a command at her. "Send her in here."The telepath nodded at him, then left through the door closing it behind her to go fetch the blonde who was seeking for an interview with her boss. "My boss expecting you. Follow me if you will. Right this way."She started towards the office where the employer was waiting for Whiskey to pass into his office. Opening the door the woman swept a hand into the room in the most eloquent manner she carried so well. Every employee carried his or her own weight around here, there was plenty of discipline as it was revealed the way each worker carried themselves. Security swam from one floor to the second floor, they were all humans while a few were paranormals looking for a bit of action in case an intruder snuck in there will be one hell to pay.

This theatre specialized in high tech security systems in every square inch of the floors, rooms, and other areas that wasn't missed. The first minute Joseph had this theatre built he made damn sure that the architectural work did not go undone. If something was missing then he'll be reminded in the near future to make certain it doesn't happen again. As soon as the lady moved her into this very room, he stood from his seat scrutinizing every inch of her figure until that flawless mask of
his changed into approval. His tone was delicate and professional when he pelted her with a sheer greeting. "Madamosielle! Such a pleasure for you to come. Please, have a seat. Let us get right down to business. "He was moving to the important matter, no wasting time. This was what she wanted wasn't it? The one thing to expect from any interview is to be ready for questions that can come slow or fast, his did not go into too much detail but each inquiry kept to pointers not go over the bitter end. To be the employer is to make them feel more comfortable right before it all started.

The office, his office, it looked old fashioned than modern. A globe sat at the top of an antique bookshelf, got to like his tastes in what he deems as decoration. The walls was covered in floral print, it's beige color brought out a little space of the room. None of those ugly, nauseous color schemes. As for the floor in which he and any visitors to his office stepped on was an eighteenth century textile floor that was a mixture of black and white since it was clear they collided with anything. Beige, white, the paint on the wall was beige like the floral wallpaper that surrounded the office interior. To west sat a medium-sized bookcase with tons of books each with it's own title. The first shelf was historical, the second was tomes and sonnets, actual versions of what was printed on parchment that was much older. On the third was poetry, did he himself deemed himself a poetic man whose life was nothing but a year of solitude. On the fourth and fifth shelves delved into psychology and philosophical topics that he sometimes read when he wasn't doing anything else.

When you're living forever the one thing on your mind is having something, anything to call an activity compared to the mortality ever mortal do(oh, how he envied them a little). The ceiling was neatly done by a magnificent architect that may have envisioned how King Henry the VIII's ceiling within his castle looked in England. Joseph had met some of the most famous people throughout history though he hoped not anyone would go about inquiring everything. Most history lovers were known to be deeply intuned to hearing what anyone know about any historical person when they have never met or seen them. The desk Whiskey will see is actually very old, so old that if she was observant for just a mere second or two she'd have noticed how it was made out of pure brass. It was one of the most stunning furniture that was pictured in an old castle of London just as his ceiling was. Maybe, the whole office alone was an English theme. Ding, ding, ding. For the millionth dollar question if anyone recognized these pieces did not just appeared, but it was what every historian would have grabbed at a chance to start asking questions or wanting to buy anything in the office he built, decorated, and gave it a real place for his visitors and any applicant who came to sit to conduct an interview.

On his desk laid a dark green blotch, those things that had black triangles on four ends of it. There also was a lap top sitting there on the right side of him, a beautiful red phone that might have looked like it came out of an "I Love Lucy" show. It was the kind of device that one will think should not have been here but believe it or not just head on over to any thrift store or antiques and these babies will still be available. There was a file shelf that fitted on an office desk that held important documents such as reports and other useful things that should not be thrown away. A paper shredder sat on the right side of his desk in case for destroying any evidence. A few tomes was to the left side of him, half he's already read and happens to go through them for the fifth time. He leaned forward slightly, his right hand retrieving the form she had thoroughly filled out. If she had missed something, this man will let her know it. His dark blue eyes was like looking at the calm, blue ocean when you looked into them. They moved over everything from name to all references to her background including for criminal records, strengths, list of weaknesses as well as other necessary tools to do the job up front.

There was more silence as he continued to read, one of the things his employees should know if you look good enough is that he doesn't just speed through but he actually takes time to make sure there is nothing left out, nothing. Give or take, nobody knew Joseph nor who he was until you really got to know him. After reading it, he laid the papers down in front of him. He'll call these women to see if they can explain about her skills, how good of a dancer she is. Later. For now, he got down to nitty gritty. Got to love him for his realism. He smiled, the kind of smile that made any applicant feel at ease without leaving them have to be too nervous around him. Joseph could sense the nervous by the thudding of her heart, the rush of blood in her arteries. He said nothing in regard to what he felt as though he was inside her mind for a few seconds. "Miss Ryder? Let me say that I appreciate you taking the time to choose the theatre as a place you can join our staff team. My name is Joseph Bodine, I am the owner as well as I make sure that each member on this staff knows we are a team."He didn't waste time, she was going to learn a little about him soon enough. He did not intimidate with his eyes, his voice had not spilled an inch of coldness or a deep one as those big bosses did when they talked with their employees or possible staff. Every employer was different, each was an experience that lot of people would have known.

At the end of the day, lot of staff will see he is a good choice cause some bosses were complete and total assholes. That's not a lie, it's the truth. You mess up here, Joseph will allow you to pick up the pieces, let it pass a few times cause everyone new will do just that on their first few days. Of course, mistakes do happen. No one not even a supernatural was overly perfect. "This resume is good. Kept to what I look for, nothing that is not suitable but kept to a minor detail."It was a compliment, he had given her that and it would help unwound what he thought she was feeling right now. Don't ask, he just could pin it. He made no continuation until she had something to say, pause and leave room for the applicant to talk, he listens. Always had.

What was with all these questions? She definitely was nervous as she bombarded him with all of them. He was calm, leaning back in his overstuffed chair even while the sound of the clock in this very room tick-tocked away during their applicant to employer interface. He thought for a second she was too damn cute. A left, slender finger graced his chin even when he wasn't completely a vampire of the ardeur line it made no utter difference. Joseph was used to making himself look professional, but upon glancing at her he was attuned to everything about her. Heart pounding so fast she must have ran a marathon! The arteries in her veins and arteries was like a drainage with a stream below. Nervousness.

Feigning to realize it, he breathed out a little air from his undead lungs which he really did not have to do for it was done voluntarily with some practice he learned just how to control several things at once. Holding up a finger of his right hand, he smiled wryly. "One..question. I will answer to the best of my ability Ms. Ryder. "After a medium pause, he then addressed her politely. "First of all, that is good. Where exactly would you be going to school? We do have benefits when people registers to join us."She did not ask what those were. Eventually she'll be interested to know what those beneficial goodies were. He will respond to the other inquiries later, very later.

Take your time. He thought, she doesn't need to rush as if she was in a hurry to get somewhere. He forgot that she was a mere mortal and their time wasn't like his, immortal beings with nothing too much to do. The Baron of France will just have to..remember all that since he was around them twenty-four seven. He was checking out that pulse, then her. Control Joey boy, control. It was that he got Jiminy Cricket sitting on top of his head, a very mean looking one at that watching and telling him..take a little nip. Then he advised against it, she was too precious and innocent. It will not be right to do that. The primal side of him wasn't agreeing. Holy cow. He should have hunted, he better after this is done and over with.