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Gearvin stepped out of his office as soon as he'd gotten the message that someone was here to see him. Straightening himself, he walked over to the woman in the front and introduced himself. "I am Gearvin Whitethorne, owner of Whizz Hard Books," he stated. "You must be Miss Nostradamus. I apologize for not being available yesterday, as I had... other things that needed attending. Please," he said, gesturing, "Step into my office and we shall begin your interview."

Gearvin had a seat in his chair and picked up a sheet of parchment. "Miss Nostradamus, you have decided to apply for the position of one of our publishing agents. A very busy position to take, I assure you, as you would have to go through different manuscripts and judge on if it has a good chance to sell well." He glanced at the sheet and put it back down. "Your application states that you have no experience in the position." He clasped his hands together, fingers entwined as he gazed at her steadily. "What makes you believe that you would be a good fit for the position?"

"Well stated. Your honesty is actually a very good asset to the position. Your familiarity with books is also a bonus in your case." Gearvin leaned back in his chair, looking contemplative. "However, there is a lot to being an agent, not just judging books, but being able to negotiate contracts with authors on various works. It is a large part of your position, since not only are you going to have to judge the books, but also give an estimate for how it could possibly sell and evaluate how much exposure the books will need. As a large part of your potential salary is dependant on this, it behooves you to be aware of these things."

Gearvin's small smile was the only sign that he seemed pleased. "Well then," he stated, "as it seems that you are determined to prove your worth to this position, I welcome you to the agency." A slight twinkle was evident in his eye. "I appreciate determination, and it shows in your responses. It means that you'll be committed to providing the world of literature with quality work. You will of course be put on in a probationary period, while I evaluate your skills, and you are able to learn the tricks of the trade." He extended his hand. "Welcome aboard, Miss Nostradamus."

Gearvin let go of her hand and nodded. "Well, I will show you to your office and let you get aquainted with the layout of the place. Afterward, you may arrange it as you see fit, but tomorrow I suggest you come on bright and early so that I may show you what needs to be done. There haven't been any new submissions yet, something I mean to rectify shortly, however be prepared to be tested on your evaluation skills. We shall go from there as far as any other business is necessary." He stood then, and waited for Miss Nostradamus to follow. He took her down a couple of doors, to a vacant office. "This shall be your office. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask. Also, should you be finding yourself having troubles, inform me. I would rather have to come in and assist you than have something go wrong due to a lack of understanding. Also, be warned that I do not tolerate anything that will reflect badly upon this establishment. Should you perform any act like that, there will be no warning. You will find yourself without employment."

Gearvin's eyes trailed up to her hair. It was indeed an odd colour, but given the numerous times he'd seen odd hair colours on different individuals over the years, it wasn't surprising, especially considering the younger witches and wizards. They seemed to be forever reinventing themselves with various fashions and styles, and it seemed that Miss Nostradamus was no exception.

He considered her question for a moment. "The dress code for the office is rather conservative, considering the professional attitude of the business. However, as long as your hair does not detract from your performance, I see no reason as to why you cannot change it. Just be advised that the moment it does become an issue, I will speak with you about it."

Gearvin frowned as he looked toward the door. There seemed to be someone standing there, a teen it looked like, and he seemed to be looking about apprehensively. Gearvin excused himself for a moment, and approached the teen. "May I help you?" he asked.

Gearvin rose an eyebrow at the teen. He had asked if he hired squibs? That seemed like an odd question to ask. He preferred to judge people based on ability, and it made him wonder if his own sons would face the same ype of situations. Pushing the thought out of his head, he looked over the other male. Mismatched clothing and an air of defeat seemed to surround him. "That would depend on your capability and which job you would apply for." He watched the boy carefully. Honestly, what was with him and seeming to attract the downtrodden lately?