A Job Interview (closed)

[Oriena]

Carmen’s eyes lifted at the rap of knuckles against her open door. Her lips pursed, though the interruption was expected. Amaya hovered in the doorway, all sweet smiles and bright orange curls. Even leaning around the doorjamb, the woman was pure grace. “Prospect’s here,” she said. Her brows rose with the glittering secret of first impression, waiting for the solicitation of her opinion, but Carmen would make her own. She only swiped a hand through the holoscreens hanging above her desk, dismissing them.

“Well fucking send her in, then.” The words bit sharp, but were accompanied by the faint impression of a smile. Amaya laughed and slipped away to retrieve said prospect from wherever she had hidden her.

Carmen pressed a hand to the back of her neck, easing the muscles there, then rested back in her chair. Blood-red hair sat against her tattooed shoulders, and she was immaculately presented. She watched the door, and would make no effort to hide that she judged the woman as she walked in.