Chapter 4: Ian Papov
Boris Balkov looked at his watch with narrowed eyes; his next candidate was late for the interview. Tut-tut-tut, he thought with distaste, No punctuality, not even on the first meeting.
He was already dissatisfied with the candidate to come, and was thoroughly convinced in his mind that there would be no chance of him hiring this person, unless they presented a very, very strong point in their favor.
Boris was beginning to straighten his silk tie, when the door was opened with needless harshness, and a short young man entered the room. His walk, as he made his way towards the table was very non professional, it was as if he was walking in a park; his hair was a mess and had clearly not been combed in ages, the goggles on his head coated were with dust; he wore not a suit, but a jumpsuit type outfit which was tattered and ragged; he had a mischievous twinkle in his magenta eyes and a smirk on his lips; he looked more like con artist/ beggar than a job applicant.
By the young man's appearance, Boris was definitely caught off guard; he opened the file in front of him, and read out the name.
"Ian Papov?" he stuttered.
Ian didn't answer, but proceeded to sit down, keeping his feet on the table. He looked at the purple haired executive square in the eyes with an unshakable confidence and the same twinkle.
"Hey-a, Boris, long time no see," Ian's voice was quite cheerful.
Apprehension was clear on Boris's face as he spoke, "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you'd be surprised," Ian mused.
Boris did not respond; he wasn't even apprehended by Ian's feet being on the table and on his papers.
"How about we start with this interview?" The huge nosed, former blader, asked flatly.
"Uh, yes," he said in a distracted voice. He looked down at the open file under his nose; the young man had not started, much less passed, even high school, there was no mention either of what he'd been doing for the past ten years.
"You are not-" Boris was about to speak, but he was cut off, yet again; he wasn't even shocked this time.
"A graduate? Ah, but you forget why," Ian stated with a smile, "I have no educational records for the past ten years or for that matter, any education at all in the last ten years."
Boris furrowed his eyebrows at which Ian responded.
"I've been trapped in some Balkov Abbey type place for the past ten years! You had me kidnapped and put there after the world championships so that you'd have at least one of your soldiers under your control. But-" Ian stopped and took a deep breath. "But you forgot all about me when you started your little BEGA scheme and when that failed you decided to get a respectable job and still didn't remember me, trapped in that rat-hole in Russia."
Boris gulped in fear and loosened his tie; if this information got out, it could be the end of the respectable career he had established for himsel
"You want me to keep quiet?" Ian asked with a cocky grin.
Boris just narrowed his eyes and wiped the sweat of his forehead.
"All you have to do is type out for me an employment letter." Ian drawled lacing and unlacing his fingers.
At this the former abbey owner rubbed his temples and looked down at the file; he was reading the little detail that was on there as Ian tapped his foot on the table.
"Fine," he growled, slamming the file shut. "You'll get your employment letter."
Ian put his feet down and stood up, he extended his hand for his former teacher to shake, but when Boris just glared at it and didn't respond Ian drew it back.
"Always a pleasure dealing with you," Ian said grinning. He turned around and made his way towards the boor. Boris took off his tie and threw it into the bin; he continued to hold his head in his hands in defeat and frustration. This year's employments of new recruits were going no where.
AN: Apologies for the later update, but college admissions and my sister ruining my mood everyday, prevented me from publishing anything this month. But to make up for the lack of updates this month, I'll be publishing twelve - including this - chapters, one of which will be the last chapter of my two shot, which, hehe, should have been put up, eh, ten months ago, sorry about that, on the same note, one of these twelve updates will be another chapter for this story, which I'll put up probably somewhere towards the end of today. Although I couldn't write a word in the first three weeks of May, I spent most last week, doing nothing, but writing. Hope you people enjoy the fruit of my efforts.
Thank you to Kawaii-Chibi-Kai, tragedymaster01, Nazrita Rangerapprentice for reviewing chapter 3; Dead-by-n0w and Wouldn't you like 2 know for reviewing chapters 1, 2 and 3; and cOOlzanimeaDDict for reviewing chapters 1 and 3.
R and R, please. ^.^
Flames will be used to burn my admission test preparation notes, wait, they belong to tyhiltwilover, I can't burn them, I have to return those to her, damn!- don't flame people, I'm sure tyhiltwilover doesn't want her notes burnt.
~KaiHil Lover
00:05 a.m., 29th May, 2012.
