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[neptune_storm]

Characters: Poseidon and Hebe
Date/Time: Monday morning
Location: Poseidon's office
Rating: PG-13 (for now?)
Warnings: tba
Summary: Poseidon interviews the new girl he met on the net who needed a job, not sure yet who she really is even if she's been well-informed of him.

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SHOOT ME FOR BEING SO LATE

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The once-over wasn't missed. Definitely not. It was true that Hebe, Anya as she really knew herself, was only sixteen, but that didn't mean she'd been slow to catch the puberty train. She wasn't impossibly tall, but she knew she was still growing, and she was well-endowed in all the right places. Of course, she didn't make any efforts to flaunt herself. Only very confident girls did that. She didn't exactly fit into that category.

Sliding the tote bag from her shoulder, Hebe pressed her knees closer together. "It's Anya Kovacs. But it's okay if you call me by my first name." Because Miss Kovacs was weird. Mrs. Kovacs even weirder. The envelope containing her resume rumpled slightly in her bag as she placed it down on the floor next to her leg.

So this was Poseidon? Nonono -- he was not a Greek god. No. Just like she wasn't a Greek goddess. No.

It's okay! I twisted my ankle, I've been slow as well!

[neptune_storm]

"Alright, Anya," the name rolled of his tongue with that heavy, graveled voice. She didn't look confident, which often got women in trouble. He liked them both ways, it gave him something to reign over and something to fight against.

This one looked a little easy to manipulate.

"What's your story, sugar?" he asked clicking his pen back and forth a few times giving her a charmingly eerie smile.