Scripted

The interview

Levi's Pov ) 

The interview went smoothly , as much as I hate to admit it , the brat has talent. After going through the general summary of the role , and analysing every single little detail on her CV , I allowed her to correct a piece of writing I had created. Her adjustments were analytically correct ,and she did offer some interesting development suggestions.

I looked down to the piece of paper on my desk , my pen hanging loosely between my fingers. She's good , there's no doubt about that , but her writing lacks depth and meaning , it's almost like a teacher had marked my work. As a person , the brat seemed like the worst possible option , always scowling when I gave some input and clenching her hands until her knuckles turned with under the table to avoid ripping my eyes out for making easy mix ups. 

My eyes returned to the brats , she was looking straight at me , almost as if she was trying to intimidate me into submission. However my eyes weren't taking any notice of her.

The boy sat there , absentmindedly looking out of the window watching the clouds drift by. His legs were swinging back and forth , and his eyes lit up every time a peculiar shaped ball of fluff would float passed. My eyes had found their way over to him a few times throughout the meeting. The first time being when he walked in, when my normally bleak room lit up . The second time being his little outburst about his sister , the little shit obviously had masses of angst dripping out of every hole on his body , but it showed he cared , and I respect that. The third time was when he sneezed out of nowhere and started to giggle uncontrollably because it sounded like what he called a 'An elephant who was high on morphine' , the fucking simile didn't even make sense.

I looked up at his eyes which were sparkling with a certain beauty to them , I had noticed that eye contact was something that he did not like, and I also noticed how Mikasa would whisper a hushed 'Eren' every time he did something wrong. 

I brought my fingers up to my temple and rubbed it gently , shit , 'Eren , do you have any experience with writing?'

His head spun around to me as he assessed the situation. He glanced over to his sister and then back at me , ' Yes I do actually , but I cant do anything good like my sister can'. He smiled gently 'It's more of a hobby really'

I leaned back slightly and folded my arms, ' Well in that case , I want you to review and rate your sisters adjustments'

Mikasa loosened her scar slightly and furrowed her eyebrows , ' With all due respect sir , one of the things I feel confident about is my writing and my initiative. You're not hiring a carbon copy , you're hiring me , and I should be confident about any work I produce to you''

'That is right ' , I brought my leg over the other and looked her dead in the eyes , ' But you are too confident , you have no sense of voice and any employee of mine should be able to take criticism to better their work, if that's not for you then you're welcome to leave'

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Eren's floppy head of hair changing direction whilst he observed what was being said. I looked over to him , 'So Eren , if you will'

He chuckled nervously whilst rubbing his palms against the harsh fabric of his jeans , ' Okay then , but be warned I haven't done this in a while'

I started to spin the paper , but that effort was futile as I noticed his lean body stand from the chair. He strolled around the desk and bended slightly over me to read the document. His body was warm , too fucking warm , and I found myself struggling to remember my own name as I felt the need to unbutton more of my shirt than I already had. His mouth was situated slightly to the left of my neck , and his hot breaths flushed against my skin as words flowed effortlessly from his lips. I took a moment to breathe him in before turning to the document myself. 

His finger dragged along a sentence , and he turned to me , ' Do you want me to be brutally honest? Or just make suggestions so that you can compare?'

His hair was brushing up against my neck , and every move I made would shoot sparks up to my brain , and my common sense was fucking taking a hit. I turned to face him , his lips were parted and his eyes dimmed , 'Yes I want you'

My eyes widened and my nails pierced into my desk as I took in his flushed appearance, fuck why does he have to look like that?, I cleared my throat , 'Yes I want you to say what you would change'

The room fell so silent that I heard him swallow , my eyes followed his arm to his tan fingers which rested on a certain line , '' Your shitty little mind'' 

'This ' ,His eyes narrowed as what I can only assume a debate went on inside his head 'This is the only thing I would change. I don't think it's wise for you to address the people who have payed good money for your book as uhm that'.

He stalked back over to his chair , and crossed his leg , grasping his lower back and rubbing on it slightly , ' I like your voice , It's abrupt and quite frankly frightening , but it's authentic. People wont go out of their way to pay money for a book that embodies you , only to find that it has been modified and toned down , they want Mr Ackerman , so Mr Ackerman is what they should get'.

His eyes were loosely concentrated on the paper that rested on my desk , ' Even if you  wholeheartedly believe that they are like that , you should still address them with respect , as they are who have made you flourish. Other than that I liked it , maybe one or two run on sentences , and a bit of repetition here and there , but other than that it seems good'. His eyes flickered to me before glancing to his sister and forcefully laughing , 'But what do I know right? She's the one to ask these things'

I looked at him ,from the little I had seen him , he was the most perfect person I had ever seen , in his mannerisms , his nature and expressions , he seemed pure, and pure is a hard trait to find is this shitty world. I leaned forward, ' Mikasa I don't think that this will work out , however I do have a co-worker who needs help in a personal novel, the price will be matched '

Her lips formed into a line ,  but none the less she extended her hand for me to shake, I declined and she brought them to her lap before standing to her feet , ' I understand Mr Ackerman , thank you for your time'

My eyes trailed over to him , he stood up , hands still on his back and smiled sadly , I grinned . 'Eren , I would like to offer you the position'.