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"Um ma'am? Are you even listening to me?"
My head immediately lolled over to the lady before me, looking confused at the situation we had suddenly found ourselves in. I stared at her for a moment and then straightened in the seat quickly.
"Right..." I trailed off looking over her sheet of paper again, the one with the five red Xs decorating it. An ‘X’ was for every problem I found with someone and five Xs meant she was out, a thought which made me smile at the lady before me.
"Thanks for coming, we'll get back to you," I lied for the umpteenth time, sending the thirtieth of the forty-three applicants, out the door. Charles, obviously having been misinformed.
It was three and a half hours after we had begun and I had been massaging my temples in pain since three and a half hours prior. This was a lot harder than I had thought it would be and that was also thanks to Charles who was yet to return!
Easy he said? Not one of the girls I had interviewed so far had fit what we expected of Riddian's date. Even though Riddian's preferences list was quite short, added to Charles’ and my own thoughts these girls were just impossible candidates.
Some of the girls had rightfully could never be his date with their bad reputations, slutty personalities and dollar filled eyes, but there were some decent ones... though they too were just... No!
I glared at the door the woman had just left through. I still had thirteen more women to interview and I was not looking forward to it.
Opening the folder once more, I glanced over the page of the next lady and then looked briefly at Riddian's neatly filled out questionnaire, as I had been doing for the last few hours. Turns out that Riddian had been right in saying that I wasn't the worst assistant. As soon as I had taken a look at the form he had filled out, I had almost burst out laughing having been able to read between the lines of his responses.
I had become pretty confident in his hidden meanings after deciphering his first two answers, so I was really a professional Rude Riddian translator now. A professional RRt if you please.
Things went a little like this:
[RIDDIAN'S LADY PREFERENCES]
Read and answer accordingly.
• Hair colour:
Really.
RRt: I don't care.
• Complexion:
Are you serious?
RRt: It doesn't freaking matter.
• Race:
I am guessing that this is just a really bad joke that I don't get.
RRt: Let's just ignore this.
• Possible name:
I am pretending you didn't ask me that.
RRt: Still just going to ignore this.
• Age:
21 to 30 and that's it.
RRt: Congratulations! The only answer you'll get from me!
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