"Amelia Marie Vaughn. Graduate of the University of British Columbia. Major in linguistics, minor in anthropological archaeology. Age 23."

"Citizenship?"

"Canadian and British."

"Language proficiency?"

"English, French, German, Latin."

She twisted a little in her seat as the interviewer paused. "It says here that you have won awards in karate?"

She smiled. "Yes, I went to nationals in the last competition I entered. I am a black belt. Second degree."

"Do you have any other self defence skills?"

"I suppose. I've trained in kendo, and defence against knives. Archery as well, if that counts."

"What makes you seek this position?"

"I love travel, and I am proficient in multiple languages, as well as being comfortable with ancient artifacts. I think working here would satisfy all of my interests."

"Well, Ms. Vaughn, you seem to fit the requirements for this position. We will be in contact with you shortly."

Amelia left the building, letting herself finally relax. She almost simply collapsed on the street outside the offices. She was not very skilled at keeping her personality in check. Job interviews were not the sort of place to let her endless energy fly.

It had gone well though. They had said that she seemed to fit. She grinned, and twirled on the sidewalk. She might have landed the perfect job. The energy gained from her success propelled her down the street towards the underground. A few of the other pedestrians looked at her funny, but she didn't care. She was happy.

She went out to celebrate that night with some of the friends she had made in the last couple months. After moving back to Britain from Canada in June, she was finally starting to make friends, and now she might even have found a decent job (really, anything would be better than working at a department store). She may have had a bit more liquor than she should have, but she made it back to her flat alright, even if her drunk brain kept telling her that someone was tailing her. There was no reason for anyone to do that.

She spent the next day working, and hoping that she would have a call when she returned home. She didn't.

The day after that was spent writing, and studying her latest cultural obsession, the Azran. Their language was fascinating, and she really wanted to understand it. Maybe her next book could be set in times when the Azran ruled.

It was the third day after her interview when they finally called. She had been working on deciphering the Azran on the Wall of Norwell. Maybe it was too soon to attempt to solve the wall on the second day of studying the Azran, but hey, it was worth a shot.

When the phone rang, she had nearly spilt her ink bottle on her notes in her scramble to answer the phone. "You've reached Amelia Vaughn."

"Ah, Ms. Vaughn. We are glad to tell you that you have been selected to fill the position of general intern at Targent. Welcome to the team."

She could barely contain her squeal of joy. "Thank you very much. You haven't made a mistake. When do you want me to start?" Was she too excited? She hoped she wouldn't scare off her job.

"Would August 24 work for you?"

"Yes, definitely." She makes her colander with a big red exclamation mark on two Thursdays from now.

"Very well then. A car will pick you up at 10am. See you then."

Amelia danced around the room. A job. She had a job. An awesome job. Job job job job job. She finally let loose the squeal she had been containing. Tomorrow she was handing in her notice at the department store.