The receptionist took me upstairs and knocked on a door that said 'Authorized personell only.' He knocked on the door and left. I entered the room after being called in.
Inside was a woman. She was slightly plump with gargantuan assets. She wore bright red lipstick and heavy mascara. She wore a cardigan and a skirt that was too tight for her body.
"Janice!" I said. I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek several times. I had learned this old Italian movies. They usually did this when they met someone. Although this was the first time that I had met her, I acted as if I had met her before. I kissed her cheeks over and over again until she pushed me off her.
"Just what is wrong with you?" she asked me.
"I just love showing people my love and affection." I said as I smiled.
"Well go do that shit somewhere else, we are about to close."
"Even for me?"
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"I don't even know who you are." I tapped my forehead. I hadn't even introduced myself. She did not know how I looked as we had never met face to face or online.
"I'm the guy with potions who contacted you to sell my potions. I'm pretty sure I spoke to a guy named Charlie."
"So that is you the person Charlie told me about, you are really late young man, Charlie is my son. He owns the store and runs it at night usually. I run it during the day. So who are you?"
"I already introduced myself." I said.
"Yes, you said you brought potions so that we could sell it on your behalf. I would like to know more about the person my son is going into business with." She sat down on a spin chair. I could hear the creaking of the springs and I was slightly surprised the chair has not been broken.
This woman was really phat!
"I would like to know your name, your aspirations, why you chose this store, what you are selling, how.much you are selling and when you will restock? I have lots of questions for you."
"Yeah, I can see that." I said.
"We'll start of simple, your name and your reason for selecting this store."
Why did this feel like an interview to get into university? I once went to University. I quit after the first year which created a lot of problems and tension with my mother.
"Well my name is Atla- No it's Damien." I said. It was about time I started using the name of my most beloved character. Atlas had died back on earth quite literally. This was a new world. New beginnings meant that old connections must be torn down.
From now on I was to be Damien!
"The reason why I chose this store?" I looked at my nails. They had grown a bit to long.
"It's nothing special really. There aren't that meant many other stores that fit my criteria. I reached out to several other stores but they rejected me. Mainly because they did not know who I was or they were doing so well that they did not need the extra money. A big company wouldn't care about a small struggling company. That was when I proposed my idea to your son and he liked it. I promote him and advertise this shop and he sells my potions for me. It's a win win.
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30 minutes had passed since the interview had started and I think that I was doing well. She would smile and nod with every answer that I gave her but I was suspicious of her. In Africa they had a saying that went like this. 'The teeth is smiling but what about the heart.' This proverb could be applied to everyone especially people who do interviews.
The door burst open and a man walked in. He was slender with long skinny arms, a pencil neck and freckles all over his face. He wore braces and he stared at the floor. The man looked as if he had no confidence and I would not blame him. He was not eye appealing to anyone.
"Mother, I... told you... that I would do... the in... int... interview." he stammered as he walked past me and to Janice.
"Mother dearest thought it would be best to help her little baby out."
"Mother... stop embarrassing... mmm... me... there's... a guest... besides I'm 24... years... old." The way this man spoke reminded me of a kid back on earth that spoke with a stutter. He would often get bullied before I befriended him but he had a lot of mother issues. I really hope this was not the case here. Was he going to be a mother's boy?
"So what? Even if you are 24 years old you should never outgrow your mother. Now kiss my cheek." She said as she pouted. The man placed several kisses on her cheek which was really awkward to look at.
I cleared my throat but they did not seem to hear me so I coughed out loud. It wasn't a small cough, it was a loud dry cough. It was the type to make someone think you had Ebola or Covid.
After I had gained their attention I placed one of my duffel bags on the table.
"Can we just get this over with? I have some guests in my house that I have to get back to." I said.
Janice and her son who I guessed was Charlie nodded. They stood up and glanced at the contents of the duffel bag. Janice picked up a vial filled with the nerves of steel potion.
"What is this?" she asked me.
"What is this?" I exclaimed. "You are seriously asking me what this is?" I spun around for dramatic effect.
"I'll tell you what this is! This is Uniqueness! This is originality! These potions are the future! What is in this bag, there is not a single person in the entire world who can reproduce it besides me." That was a lie. There was a decent amount of elves who could reverse engineer my potions but I'll just wipe them of the face of the planet.
I continued with my presentation as I continued to hype up my potions. I could see that I had gained Janice's attention and she was nodding her head in amazement.
"Well all we have to talk about is prices and commission." Janice said.
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