Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Conference RoomHe was sitting very still, one ankle hooked behind the other to achieve a demure feminine pose without needing to cross his legs. There was only so much he could physically manage to do. Holding his hands down in his lap, he waiting quietly until Lady Vasco arrived, too nervous to speak. What if his voice cracked? What if he gave up the game and ruined it for everyone? No, silence was better.
Soon enough Lady Vasco appeared, the disdain evident in her voice before she schooled herself. Apparently the disguises weren’t that great. He could feel a bead of sweat growing at the nape of his neck - damn this wig was hot! - and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Staring down at his hands, he waited for her to pick him out of the line up.
"You're rather plain," Iliana once more made no effort to lower her voice. "Very good facial structure though. We can work with that." Dylan peeked to the side, almost sure that it was Thunderhawk. But no, it was Xan. He huffed at the comment. Sure she’d didn’t have the same glamour as Selan or Aria did, but she was a stunning woman none the less, albeit in a more austere way. Lady Vasco released the metallurgist, returning to the head of the table and giving her little speech. Aislin, she was pompous.
"So the basics for now. One at a time, I want you to walk the length of this room. As you do so I want your names, ages, and why you are applying for the job. Understand?"Dylan slowly got to his feet, handing his wobblyness by placing one hand to the table to brace himself. “Well, might as well get it done,” he said softly as he stepped back from the table, taking great care to control his voice. He remembered his sister’s way of speaking, the light tone to her voice, the higher pitch that was surprisingly easy for him to copy.
He took great pains to follow Selan’s teachings as he crossed the room, keeping his steps light, short, and firm. “My name is Diane, I am 21, and I want this job because,” he turned back around, glancing up at Lady Vasco from under his bangs, “I am very good at knowing what men what. Sometimes before they even realize it themselves.”
With a spring in his step, he returned to his seat and the same, demure position he had before.
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ???“Do not slurp,” Heather said as she entered the room, slipping past her coworker on his way out. Not giving Bart any other kind of acknowledgement, she took the now empty seat next to him and turned to the monitor that displayed the Conference Room. Having women show up to interview for this job wasn’t strange, but having them appear so quickly and in such a large group without an appointment? That was weird.
She eyed the group critically, the angles allowing her to inspect them as Lady Vasco entered the room. It was a strange mix. Though the video quality wasn’t exceptional, she could still easily tell that some of the women were far more stunning that the others. Was that their game? Coming with prettier friends and hoping to get tossed a bone? Seemed like a poor idea to her mind as it only stressed their inadequacies.
Perhaps it was nothing, but Heather O’Roark was nothing if not thorough. And there would be no shenanigans pulled on her watch.
Leaning back in her chair, she switched the audio to play from the Conference Room. “Bart, grab me a tea. A green tea,” she commanded as she turned her attention on the scene playing out before her.