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[eddienigma]

Who: Edward Nigma
What: Job Interview
When: shortly after noon
Where: New Office, Gotham City 
Interactions: Cir-El
Warnings: none

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[cir_el]

With the absence of Batman, it seemed like the criminal element in Gotham City had shot up 1000 fold. So feeling that she needed to be where she could do the most good Mia had headed out west, with her first order of business being to get a job, and then to find a place to live. She'd been saving money for a while now. And her friends had made sure that she had a decent savings built up as well. That didn't stop her from deciding to keep herself a part of the work force though.

Resume clutched in one hand, and her purse strap in the other, she entered the building, which was still under construction. The smell of fresh paint assaulted her nose as she passed by, and she had to make a hasty dodge to avoid tripping over a paint can and messing up the polished hardwood floor. It was quite embarrassing really, even though she was supposed to be acting ordinary like that anyway. She presses a hand lightly to the door to steady herself before finally knocking.

[eddienigma]

At the knock, Edward pushed away from his desk, heading briskly for the door. He paused once to kick spitefully at the tarps again, mentally cursing the workers, the landlord, and the I EN HERO who wrecked his first, much larger office.

He stopped again just in front of the door, adjusting his expression into a calmer, more cordial smile. "Hello, Ms. Starr, I take it?" he said as he opened the door, offering the woman his hand. She was dressed smartly, standing straight and with her hair out of her face. To his approval, she was also clean and respectful. So far, she was infinitely better than any other woman he'd had in his employ (of course, those had all been hired for brawn or bust, not brain).

[cir_el]

Mia gave a small nod and a smile. As she entered the room, her foot snagged for a moment on the rebellious tarp. She hopped forward a couple of steps on one foot before it dislodged itself and she shot it a rueful look. Not the best first impression, but at least it made her feel more like a normal person than usual.

After that though it was a clear and smooth walk to the desk and the interview chair that awaited her there.

"I know I filled out an application earlier, but I brought along my resume as well." She told him, holding the document out and then drawing back a moment as she sheepishly waited for him to get back to his chair.

[eddienigma]

Damn. Eddie kicked the tarp again, trying futilely to get it out of the way. "I must apologize for the mess. This is a new office. The men I hired should have finished by now," he said, claiming the resume from her and sitting.

He briefly perused the document without really taking in any of the words. He was more focused on the woman in his periphery vision. Her posture was a little too stiff- nervous, perhaps? Was this ordinary jitters which acompanied a job interview, or something else? Well, he did have a criminal record. He may have to calm her down, because he couldn't hire a woman who was afraid to be in the same room with him. Hiring a secretary was proving to be drastically different from hiring a henchgirl.

"Resume. Derived from the past participle of the French word, resumer, meaning 'to summarize.' Also from the Latin, resumere, 'to take back,'" Edward rattled off the etymology. "But, I've never quite believed that a person's competency could be judged by a mere summary." He allowed her resume to drop onto the desk