Elijah had mentioned that I could utilize anything in the kitchen in the week that I was given to work on the meal plan for my official interview, that way I could get myself familiar with the way it was set up, and how I wanted things to go. The first day, I came in to immediately meet with the staff, all of which seemed be eager to have a leader. All except... one.
I couldn't get my mind off of the sour facial expression the girl had for me, either. If she and I couldn't get along, then the kitchen would be utter chaos, considering she was the Sioux chef.
So, I sat at the table in the kitchen, tapping my pencil repeatedly at the five meal plans I had laid out in front of me. I've been staring at them for, what seemed like, 20 minutes or so. They were all good choices for me, but I was not the one who needed to be impressed. Feeling defeated for the moment, I slumped back into the chair, pulling out my phone, intending to give myself a temporary distraction from the stress in front of me.
But, for some reason, my mind led me to look up what the Mikealson's were all about. Specifically, the two I had met prior to this rapidly approaching stress ball scattered on the table in front of me, reminding me of my impending doom. I started with Klaus.
He seemed like an alright guy, although by most of his "donations" and "public appearances", he'd done it mostly in the benefit of himself. The articles made sure to note that things he was doing or helping with were always in relation to something to do with the family. On top of that, he seemed to have left a string of girls in his wake, causing rifts and waves in the rich kid world. There were lots of pictures of him shouting at camera's or beating up reporters. I grimaced slightly before moving down the wiki page.
An interesting thing then came into view.
"...Elijah, Niklaus, and Rebekah Mikealson at one point stationed their business in New Orleans, staying there for quite a long time before passing off the reigns to their good friend, Marcel, and disappearing as if they'd never been there, and yet their influence was seen within all the business there. None more so than the restaurants in the area, trying to keep up with the Mikealson's successful chain of high quality restaurants that had been brought with them. Today, it is a well kept restaurant." I read this bit of information aloud. They had been in Louisiana the longest, huh? I tapped my lower lip with my finger before looking up to the menu's i had in front of me, leaning my chair back slightly.
"...Well. I think I've just had an idea." I said, setting my phone down. A gathered up my current papers and turned them over, beginning on a new menu, based on the information I had just learned.
I know EXACTLY how I'm going to nail this interview.