Well, a lame idea to come out of my warped imagination. Its my first fanfic that im kinda happy with, so please PLEASE don't flame. Thank you

O all I own is my supermarket and my idea

Phantom of the supermarket….

It was another day for the owner of a large supermarket, located just outside of London. He was holding interviews to find a new checkout girl. He gulped down the coffee he was drinking, grabbed his clipboard, and went to his office.

"Right, first up, Christine Daae?"

"That's me!" the girl cried out. The owner observed her. Tidy, pretty, obviously organized, he thought, as he saw her resume and parental permission slip in a shiny pink folder.

"Right, please come in, Miss Daae." The owner said, gesturing to inside his office.

A creature lurked in the shadows. Who was that girl? He had missed that stupid man say her name. He had to make sure she got the job. He must.

"So, Miss Daae….Age?"

"16, Sir."

"None of that "Sir" business Miss, please. Mr Andre will be fine. Right…16, so I take it that you are still at school?"

"Oh, no sir…I mean Mr. Andre. No, you see, I left school to pursue my dream."

"And what dream would that be, Miss?"

"You see, sir, please let me call you that, it makes me feel polite, my dream is to become a….well, you may find this funny, a great supermarket manager."

Andre found this highly amusing, but did not show it. "Oh, really miss? Well, I'm afraid that we already have a manager here. And, indeed, an assistant manager. And, I'm afraid, the manager will never give up his job."

Erik grinned from his place in the shadows, looking at his shiny "Manager" badge. Of course, no one has ever seen it. He wore a dinner plate, from this very supermarket, to hide his secret.

"Also, I find it very, VERY unlikely are assistant manager will ever go." continued Andre.

Erik grimaced as he thought of Carlotta. She was a vile 18 year old, always stopping to file a nail here, or touch up her make-up on the vegetable aisle.

This Miss Daae, who was obviously organised, would be much, much better at the job. And he would see she got it.

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Short, I know. Don't flame me. More to come if u likie! It will get better!

Bye!