perfection

Chapter 1: him

"Goddamn it Andy," I groan, running my hand through my brown hair.

I tutted at the wimpy man, his figure was slightly slouched, "I've told you one to a million times. Put the blue postcards in front and the red postcards in the back, It's pretty damn simple to arrange postcards if you ask me."

"Rafael-" he quivered, slightly hesitant in his tone, "Mr. Rafael. I'm terribly sorry," he cleared his throat, correcting himself.

"I just wanted to bring up the fact that there are only a few employees here and some of us suggested that if you could maybe hire an intern or more employees perhaps- I'm not asking for much Mr. Raphael." he stuttered on his words, not daring to look me in the eyes.

I sigh heavily, this was getting rather troublesome.

"Andy, if I do this, will you stop complaining?"

"Yes sir, I promise that you won't regret this." He answered rather confident in tone, his eyes glistening with happiness.

I scowled, how could something this trivial make the man so damn happy, i'd rather an early paycheck so I wouldn't have to dress as sloppy as him.

I flick the lint off my shoulder in disgust as I watch him scuttle off do to more useless errands I had set for him to do.

I smirk to myself, shaking my head, this was barely a problem that couldn't be fixed, it'd be easy to hire an intern for such a popular tourist museum.

I walk impatiently to my desk and throw myself tiredly into my chair, tapping my long fingers on the wood surface, impatiently, I cleared my throat noisily as the call begins,"Clarissa, could you ask some one to bring in the applications for the internship?"

I end the call before she replied and stared at the mini plastic bobble head of the bone structure of a tyrannosaurus rex, I flick its head watching it wobble back and forth.

A knock is sounded against the door, I straighten my back and sit up in my chair and told them to enter.

Six nervous employees stumble clumsily into my office with stacks of papers.

I ask perplexed,"What is this?"

One employee speaks up,"The job applications you asked for sir?"

I raised my eyebrows, it was true that the museum was getting rather popular, but I never thought that all these people would ever want to work for a museum.

I was rather flattered that they would apply to my father's museum but this would take too much of my time.

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Alice Grey.

I clicked my pen irritatedly, it was already midnight and I was honestly done, I could pick whoever and it'd be fine.

She looked presentable from her portfolio, but she had applied five months ago, whether she still wanted the job was a question.

But it didn't really matter, she would probably be fired for her stupid mistakes after a couple of weeks.

None of my employees ever could satisfy me, but at least she looked kind of presentable next to the other applications.

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