You are hired
As I approached the grand edifice of the hotel, its towering presence seemed to reach for the heavens, a testament to luxury and ambition. The exterior was a masterpiece of architectural prowess, with intricate carvings adorning the ivory-colored walls and large, ornate windows that reflected the morning sun in a dazzling display of light.
The revolving doors whisked me into another world, one of opulence and grandeur. The lobby was a vast expanse of polished marble floors, gilded accents, and plush velvet settees that invited weary travelers to rest in comfort. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden hue over everything.
I hesitated for a moment, taking in the splendor. The air was perfumed with a subtle blend of lilies and sandalwood, and the soft melody of a piano concerto played in the background, adding to the serene atmosphere.
Gathering my courage, I approached the reception desk, where a woman stood poised.
As I neared the reception desk, my eyes lingered on the woman's striking presence. Her hair, a rich chestnut brown, was flawlessly styled in a sleek bun, accentuating the graceful contours of her face. A hint of natural highlights caught the light, adding depth to her locks.
Her complexion was smooth, with a touch of warmth that spoke of sun-kissed days. High cheekbones lent an air of elegance, while her hazel eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth. Every movement exuded confidence and professionalism, from the precise way she held herself to the poised manner in which she greeted guests.
"Good morning," I said, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I'm here about the job opening."
She regarded me with cool, assessing eyes. "Please follow me," she instructed, leading me through a maze of hallways to a small room tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the main areas.
The room was simple, a stark contrast to the lavishness I had just walked through. A single table stood in the center, surrounded by a few chairs. It was here that I met her.
The woman possessed an ethereal beauty reminiscent of ancient folklore, her features a delicate dance of contrasts. Auburn tresses, like strands of burnished copper, flowed in gentle waves down to her waist, framing a face of porcelain skin kissed by the sun's warmth. Amidst the fiery cascade, strands of gold glinted, catching the light with each graceful movement.
Her eyes, an intense emerald green, held a captivating depth, seeming to pierce through the very soul of those who dared meet her gaze. They sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, hinting at secrets untold and experiences vast beyond measure. Framing those piercing orbs were lashes as dark as midnight, lending an enchanting allure to her gaze.
Her slender, lithe form spoke of agility and grace, every movement a testament to her fluidity and control. Though petite in stature, there was an undeniable strength in her presence, a quiet confidence that commanded attention and respect from all who crossed her path. Her presence was commanding, despite her petite frame, and her stern face and angry look made it clear she was not one to be trifled with.
The elf woman's stern gaze seemed to pierce through me as I entered the small, spartan interview room. She sat rigidly behind the table, her posture exuding authority and expectation. I could feel the weight of the moment settle upon my shoulders, a mix of anxiety and resolve tightening in my chest.
"State your name," she commanded, her voice sharp and clear.
"Eileen," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Age?"
"Eighteen," I said, feeling as though each word were being scrutinized.
She nodded, making a note on the parchment before her. "Family name?"
"Caldwell," I answered, and I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
"The Caldwells," she mused, leaning back slightly. "A family that once held wealth and status, now fallen from grace. How… intriguing."
I swallowed hard, the history of my family a tale of prosperity turned to ruin hanging heavily in the air between us.
She continued, her questions like arrows aimed to reveal the core of my being. "Tell me, Eileen Caldwell, what skills do you possess that would benefit our establishment?"
I gathered my thoughts, aware that this was my chance to prove my worth. "I am hardworking, meticulous, and learn quickly. I may not have formal experience in this line of work, but I am no stranger to adversity and am willing to do whatever it takes to succeed." Lying is not something great but I have to get this job.
Her expression remained unreadable, but she nodded for me to go on.
"I am also resourceful and adaptable," I added, hoping to convey my determination. "Challenges only drive me to push harder and find solutions."
She seemed to consider my words, her gaze never wavering. "And what of your education? Have you studied, or do you possess any particular knowledge that sets you apart?"
I hesitated, the truth a bitter pill. "I have not had the opportunity for formal education in recent years, but I am well-read and eager to learn. I believe that with the right opportunities, I can excel."
The elf woman leaned forward, her eyes locking onto mine. "And finally, what is your objective? Why do you seek employment here?"
The question hung in the air, stark and demanding. I took a deep breath, knowing that honesty was my only option.
"Money," I said simply. "I need to earn enough to change my circumstances, to regain some of what my family has lost, and to secure my future."
A smile, small and enigmatic, tugged at the corner of her lips. "Very well, Eileen Caldwell. Your candor is refreshing, and your spirit, commendable. You are hired. Prove yourself, and you shall find the rewards you seek."
"You went direct and to the point. I like that," she added, her demeanor shifting. Work hard and clean many rooms, and you can earn up to 50 gold coins a day or more."
I blinked, surprised by the sudden change in her attitude and the generous offer. "Thank you," I managed to say, a mix of relief and determination settling within me.
As I left the room, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had a job—a real job that paid well. The prospect of earning my own way, of being able to enroll at the University of Clovice, filled me with a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in a long time.
I was ready to work, to prove myself, and to take the first step toward a future where I was not just a struggling mage, but one of the strongest. The hotel, with its intimidating beauty and the promise of hard-earned coins, was the beginning of my journey. And I was determined to make the most of it.