The hallway was eerily quiet. The walls were as white as snow with little embellishments at the place where the wall and the floor meet. Along these white walls, portraits adorned the walls. Whether it was a lad and a lass, or simply a breathtaking view of meadows, caves, and peculiarly, volcanoes.
Click. Click. Click.
Her heels, as practical as they were (or not) made such a noise when they hit the floor. As each foot lands on the floor, she winces at the sound of floor meeting heel. Trying to distract herself from the clickity clack of her heels, her eyes once again observe the paintings. Every single one of them was unique, the beautiful blending of colors and its different hues, the majestic angle of which the scene had been painted, and the way these paintings conveyed such emotion, the way they emitted some sort of calm or madness.
'These are..wonderful. Never have I come across such art in the hundred years of my life.' She mused. 'Mother should see-'
"Miss Rose, are you alright?" The man turned around and gave her a concerned smile.
Being snapped out of her stupor, she laughs nervously. "Never better, why do you ask?"
The man, she'd now remember his name- Diaval, runs a hand through his styled hair. "I asked you if you were fresh from college." He laughs lightly.
"Oh, oh. Yes I am." She answers.
Diaval moved his attention back to the hallway and said:"Turn left, walk a few more and at the end of the hall you'll see her office. Good luck." He said and waved a hand without looking back at the poor child.
"O-Okay. Thank you Monsieur..uhm.." She paused and realized that she did not know his surname.
His laugh echoes as he walked down the hallway before he paused. "Ullivieri, Diaval Ullivieri. It was a pleasure to meet and escort you here, Miss Rose. I hope we get to see each other soon." And off he went.
As she took deep breaths to calm her nerves, she looked down at her clothes and brushed a few non-existent crumples and dirt from them. She followed Diaval's instructions and she soon found herself in front of the office. This was it.
She stepped forward and knocked.
On the third knock, a voice came from inside the room. "Enter" it said. And enter, Aurora did.
What greeted Aurora were red and gold adorned furnishings. The smell of coffee and old books hit her senses as well, her eyes darted to the striking brunette sitting behind the desk, quietly observing her. "Please, sit" she said.
The woman had green eyes, from what Aurora surmised. Her posture was very legal indeed, as if she had worked for a longer period of time. Without precaution, a new exhilarating smell clung to her sense of smell. It was of pure bliss, it was intoxicating. A mixture of sandalwood and fresh peppermint with something else.
'Oh dear God, it seems I have a new addiction.' Aurora thought to herself and she felt her cheeks burn.
Taking a few tentative steps forward, Aurora anxiously reached for the chair in front of the desk and sat on it. No matter how many interviews as a twenty two year old she went to, it still has not taken her anxiety of interviews.
"Welcome, I trust you are well, miss?"
"Quite peachy, thank you. It's Aurora Briars Rose, ma'am." Aurora replied politely and she gave the woman a small smile.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Rose. Please call me Maleficent Maccarthy." The brunette smiled.
Aurora returned the smile while intently staring at Maleficent's eyes.
"I assume you're here for the job? Am I correct?"
"Yes, Madame."
"Let's start with the interview shall we?"
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