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"Ah, Cattea! Come in come in, and have a seat!"
"Hey! Call me Tea." I sit down in front of you, smiling. "You're Quackity, then?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's nice to meet you, Tea." He smiles back at me before taking another drag from his cigarette.
"So, I'm here for the.. interview? For your open position as your assistant?"
"Yep." He chuckles softly and nods his head towards the door behind him. Follow me, will you? We'll go over everything we need to know about each other first."
"Sure thing! Ask anything you need." I get up from my seat and wait for him by the door.
"Alrighty then. Let's begin with the basics. What brings you here today? Why did you apply for this job?" His voice sounds calm yet firm as he speaks, almost like he already knows what I'm going to say next.
"I'm here to apply for the job, because I need the cash and I believe I can be a good asset to your team. I have good sorting skills for any of your documents, and a pretty good knowledge of the country here in case I need to play tour guide."
"Great! That answers most of our questions so far. But there is still something else I'd like to ask you. Do you think you could handle working under pressure? Are you confident enough to keep up with deadlines?"
"I would say I work better under pressure, in fact. I believe I can keep up with deadlines, although I apologize if some of my work is only handed in directly before the due date."
"Good answer. Very good answer indeed. Now tell me, do you enjoy working with people or prefer being alone when it comes to tasks such as these?" He asks, looking straight at me with an intense stare.
"I would prefer working alone, but working with others is fine too. I think I have the skillset to manage a team or be a good team player, as well as handle myself."
"Excellent. Then let's move on to the next question shall we? Have you ever had experience working within an office environment before? Or perhaps even been part of one before?" His tone has changed slightly, seemingly satisfied with my responses so far.
"I must admit, this would be my first time working in a office environment. However, I know I can adapt to the surroundings well, and cater to any needs there might be."
"Wonderful! You seem very eager."
"Thank you! I am, I would truly love to work here. It would be an honor to work beside the Quackity. Anything else, sir?"
"...Are you flirting with me?" He says sternly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stares into mine. His face shows no emotion other than slight annoyance.
"Oh, of course not! Do you not want to be called sir?"
"No...but I don't think it fits you. How about calling me 'boss' instead?" His voice sounds cold yet commanding, almost threatening. "What do you think?"
"Sure, boss. If it suits your fancy. Wait, does that mean I get the job?" My eyes sparkle with anticipation.
"Yes, yes it does. Congratulations." He smiles widely before turning away from me once again. He walks off towards another desk where someone was already sitting behind it. "Come along then, follow me. We'll start training right away."
"Alright!" I walk a little faster to catch up with him. "What will we be doing?"
"Well, since you're new here, I thought we could go over some basic rules and regulations. After all, without proper guidelines, things can easily become chaotic. So come along, follow me." He points towards a door further inside the room.
"Ah, seems logical." I reach toward the doorknob, raising a brow at him. "Is this where you keep your files? Is the rules and regulations a document of sorts?"
"That's correct. Here they are." He hands you two sheets of paper which contain various rules and regulations.
I quickly scan them through, then hand them back to him with a thumbs up. "Alright, boss! What's next?"
"Next step is simple. Just sign this contract. He holds out a pen for you to use. Make sure you read everything carefully though. This one is important." His tone is serious now, almost demanding.
"Oh, alright." Like the earlier documents, I scan the contract before taking the pen and signing it with a flourish. "Done! Anything else?"
"Not really. Wait, there is something else." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You need to take an oath. An oath binds us together."
"Oh, sure. What's the oath?"
"The oath is simple. It states that you shall serve only me. And if you break this promise, you must face my wrath. Do you understand?" He looks sternly into my eyes as he speaks these words. "Now repeat after me."
"Alright, boss. As you wish. I will repeat after you."
"Very good. Good boy." He pats my head gently before looking down at the papers in front of him. "Are you ready to begin our work today? Let's get started on those tasks."
I flinch when my head is pat, but smile. "Sure! Where do I go, how do I start?"
"Follow me." He walks off ahead of me, leading you deeper into the building. He stops in front of a large desk, behind which sits his assistant. "This way, please." He gestures towards the chair across from him.
Just as I sit down, getting comfortable on the chair, a loud British voice sounds from some distance away. "QUACKITY!" the voice calls loudly.
Quackity turns around quickly, walking over to check.
"Who's that?"
"A friend. Don't worry about it." The man continues speaking to someone on the phone. "We have some paperwork to discuss. Go ahead and take a look at the contracts." The man hangs up, smiling. "Ready to continue working?"
"Sure thing!" I looked through the contracts and did my job.
"Excellent! Keep going then." He watches me intently, making sure I'm doing everything correctly. "When you finish, we'll move onto other matters. For now, just focus on completing these tasks." The man nods approvingly.
"Alright! Thank you, boss." I salute him before going back to work.
"No problem. Just remember who owns you." He smirks mischievously before turning back to his own work.
Without even realising, the day is coming to an end, and I yawn as the sky fades orange.
As night falls, Quackity stands up and stretches out his arms. "Ahh...that was exhausting. Well done today, boy. You've been very productive."
"I smile. Thank you, sir. It's all because of your excellent guidance."
"Ha ha! Your loyalty is admirable. But don't forget who really runs this company. Me. And only me. Understand?" He looks sternly at me, waiting for an answer.
"Of course! I only wish to serve. I would never betray you."
"Good boy. Now get some rest. Tomorrow will be another busy day." He points to the contract he signed earlier. "The papers must be correct or else there will be consequences." He chuckles darkly.
I gulp, but force a smile. "Of course, sir. I'll check them through again." As I keep my things, I couldn't help but ask: "What happened to your last assistant? Slime, was it?"
"Yes... He.. got himself into a bit of trouble and had to leave. It's.. It's nothing." He seems regretful of something as he looks away from me, a hint of guilt in his eyes.
"Oh.. I'm sorry, I won't prod. I will be heading home now sir, if that's alright?"
"Yes, yes. Go ahead. Get going." Quackity waves goodbye as he walks off to go back to work. As soon as I exit the room, he locks the door behind me.
From a distance outside the office building, I greet my new boss's long-time rival, Wilbur, with some sort of closeness.
Wilbur notices me walking towards him, and he's looking annoyed. "What do you want, slimey?" He asks bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What, I can't say hi to a friend?" I laugh as I shoulder Wilbur playfully. "What're you doing here anyway? You don't usually come into Quackity's arena."
"I came to see you, slimeball. Why didn't you tell me you were coming here? Huh?!" He shouts angrily before getting closer to me, glaring down at you.
"Ouch.. control your anger, maybe? Quackity doesn't know I'm friends with you. And you were going to stop me if I told you I was getting a job here.." I slink away, a bit of fear in my eyes.
"Yeah yeah. So why did you come here then? To cause trouble? Or just to chat? Tell me the truth, slimey." His voice sounds more threatening than usual.
"I gulp. You still haven't gotten over the L'manberg thing, have you? Apologies, Soot, but I've moved on. Maybe you should be brainstorming how to take down Quackity."
A cold glare comes across Wilbur's face. "Don't get smart with me, slimeboy. Just answer my question already."
"I'm sorry, Wilbur, but I really have to go. Yknow, haha, gotta run! Never see me again."
Wilbur grabs onto my arm tightly. "Where do you think you're going!?" His grip tightens further, making it hard for me to move or breathe properly. "Answer me, slimey! Where do you think you're going!?"
"Home! Home, Wilbur, Home! Just because you no longer have one because you fucking blew it up by your own hand does not mean I don't, okay, Soot?!"
Wilbur looks surprised by my outburst and lets go of him. "Oh wow... That was quite unexpected." Wilbur takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up while staring at me.