We get into the room, where the job interview is taking place. The first task we get is to make a neutral look.
We get a model each.
My mind is still on that suit guy, but I managed to push the thoughts about him away.
I begin creating a base for my makeup, then I apply a light foundation and subtle blush. Then I add some neutral shadows and a little mascara.
After I am done. I look around. It looks like the others is not finished yet.
I begin snooping and walking around. I had always been a curious type.
I get out in the hallway, and then I hear a noise from a door. Because of the curious type of person I am. I of course go over to look.
I open the door slightly and take a peek inside.
There is a person, that are talking on the phone.
"I know, but we almost have the deal home. I has talked with him just now. He will maybe help us, but he need a private makeup artist."
I can't completely hear what the person on the other side of the phone says.
"Don't ask me what he needs a makeup artist to."
"That ... also a mystery ... me. Be ... this deal ... important."
"I know I will be careful."
"How will ... chose a ... artist?"
"We have a job interview for makeup artists on going right now."
"Ok, we ... maybe use ... of them."
"Yay, maybe we can use one of them, but they will still need to have skills."
"I know, I ... you to handle this, and ... handpick ... ."
"Mmhmm..."
"Don't ... me down. This ... is important for ... ."
"Ok, I won't do that."
When I hear, that he ends the call. I begin to panic a little, because I can hear, that he begins walk towards the door.
I hurry to get away, but before I get into the makeup room. I fall flat on my face with a loud BUMP!
When the person comes out of the door. I was still trying to get up from the floor. In the process of saving a little of my dignity.
He begins walk towards me.