unlikely

Prologue

It was a lovely day in London, the birds chirped and the sun shone over the rooftops and roads of London, 

A lady walked across the pavements that had a golden glow from the sunlight, she was on her way to a job interview, but she was requested to come to a clock shop in a more desolate part of town, she thought it was strange, really.

like, why a clock shop of all places, why not an office building or something, and why in such an empty area, she had a bad feeling about this.. But it was too late to back out now.

Little dis this lady know, is that this specific job interview was going to drastically change her life forever.

For better? Or for worse, I guess we'll just have to find out in time...

when she finally got to the clock shop, which was in a really dead area of town, she really thought that this was a bad idea but she had already knocked on the door, to be greeted by a lovely old lady, "Hello, Dearie!" she chirped, smiling widely, "come in, come in! I'll get some tea going! The young master should be here soon, he just had to run some errands for me! Do you like black tea or Earl Grey, hun? " her voice made her feel safe and at home, while she she sat down, looking around, the place felt safer now that she was inside, she didn't know how she thought that she was going to get kidnapped or something of the sort, after a while she was sitting down with her cup, and starting chatting with the old lady, she really was a nice woman, but their conversation was cut short by the door opening, and a young man walked through.

"I'm back with the groceries, Spring!" the boy smiled, before the young lady caught his attention, his head nearly shot over,

"Oh! Are you?.."

"Yes! You sent me that letter to come here"

"That is fine then, I hope I didn't disturb anything" he chuckled, you could tell he was British with the accent in his voice,

He looked like someone she had seen in her dreams...

She shook herself out of her thoughts, "My name's Mixie, Mixie Hazel.", she held out her hand for shaking, in which he did,

"my name is Clive, Clive Dove, and I suppose we should sit down for tea before we get on with the interview.

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Teatime flew by with a bunch of chatter and joking, and before Mixie knew it, she was in a room, alone with Clive.

Although, she would describe that it felt more like an interrogation than an interview.

Once it was done, Clive excused Mixie out of the room for a bit to read over the notes he took on her,

I'd hate to turn her away from this job, she's quite sweet, he thought, but as he read through the papers, it seemed that she was completely fit for the job, he called her back in, still giving her a bit of a cold look, but soon he smiled softly, but spoke proudly,

"Congratulations, you have the job, you should be thankful, really... If you failed, to prevent word of my plan getting out..."

"I'd have no choice but to kill you."