Chapter 9: Dunga
Dressed against dress code , it was the first thing that Boris Balcov noticed as Dunga made his way inside his office with a not-so-light knock – more like a thunderous pounding – on the door. Baggy jeans, shirt with ripped sleeves. Was that a tattoo on his arm? No suit! The outrage! Head covered with a bandana that hid the mop of blond hair. True to his holy beast, the young man did have a very ape-ish appearance.
"The candidate took his seat and greeted, "hey," waving his hand in front of the former world-dominator's face.
Boris was still concentrating on the young man's unruly appearance and attire; it did not please him at all, and certainly did not chalk up any points in his favor in Boris's books. He frowned when he heard the informal greeting slip from the former blader's mouth.
Dunga had his arms folded across his chest and he was impatiently waiting for Boris to stop gawking at him and start the interview. He was determined to get this job; he was not going to fail! Dunga had been resolute enough to get a permanent tattoo of the company's logo on his forearm; he wanted his interviewer to know his fortitude, his spirit, his allegiance and most of all: his desperateness! He could not afford not to get this job; Miriam refused to lend him another penny!
"Ahem," Boris let out a little throat-clearing cough. He was done going through the blonde man's files and wanted to ask him some basic questions.
It took all of Dunga's will power not to snap at the formal world-dominator throughout the conversation. He knew his own self well and he had been mentally prepared to have to control his anger if he wanted to get this job, he just didn't know that it would be this hard. All he wanted to do was choke Boris with his red tie, which Dunga had to admit made Boris look very hot and very sexy.
Boris Balcov was not impressed, not at all; Dunga had below-average grades, no masters degree, nothing too noteworthy in his resume; talking to him right now, he had had nothing remarkable to say, nothing that would be worth mentioning on his behalf. The only thing that Boris found striking was his desperation and willingness to do any sort of work.
Before dismissing the man from his office, Boris decided to ask Dunga one final question in this meeting, something which had been intriguing and distracting him from the start. "Is that tattoo, a logo of this company?"
There was a snort in response from Dunga. "Of course it is."
Boris gaped at him. "Would you mind getting another which says, 'Boris Balcov'?"
Dunga grunted in response. "Sure." He didn't see how it would matter, but sure, whatever floated the purple haired interviewer's boat.
It took all the strength and restraint he had from jumping on his desk and hooting in joy. He had always wanted to have a minion who would get a tattoo of his name. Voltaire being the no-fun ass jerk he was, just like his grandson, was determined that all the soldiers would have the 'BioVolt' tattoo, not Boris's name. He finally was going to have a minion who'd have a tattoo of his name! The joy of it! Dunga would be working for the company, but still he would be under Boris's charge if he got hired.
Sure, he would have to answer to the higher-ups for hiring such an unremarkable canditate when, clearly, there could be better applicants out there, he did hire Ian, and he wasn't even a high school graduate! And Dunga, with his spirit and enthusiasm, might be of some use to the company, eh?
Sometimes there were things more important that education which came into play first; with his brawns and apparent devotion, Dunga just might be pretty useful in the more dubious parts of his work. Boris might not be aiming for world domination anymore and holding a respectable job position instead, but it didn't mean that he didn't have a bit more err, shadier side-businesses going on.
Once a rat, always a rat…
Finally there was a candidate which could be of some use to him. His mouth curled into a smirk, "You're hired."
Excitement flowed through Dunga as he heard the words of the man sitting in front of him; he guffawed loudly in relief and slumped himself in the chair. He couldn't believe his ears! He kept his anger in control and got the job. In Miriam's pretty little face! Without another word, not even a goodbye, Dunga rushed his way out of the office. He needed to celebrate, he actually got the job! This would show Miriam that he wasn't as incapable as she thought him to be.
Boris, at the moment, could care less. After so many years, he had gotten himself a minion again, who'd be ready to cater to all his evil and sinister whims. Oh this was going to be good. Boris couldn't wait for Dunga to start working.
Writing this chapter and watching V Force episode 5 (Guess whose back in Town) I realized/ re-realized the following facts:
(1) Kai lookshotin his Whitney Prep Uniform.
(2) Kai's hair is like a bird's nest.
(3) Wyatt is Gay and wassocrushing on Kai. Lol
(4)The boys in Kai's school are all very gay and quite, err…. prissy – for a lack of a better word; oh, and also quite creepy.
(5)The gay school mates of Kai had this to say when they first met him: "Who in the world does he think he is? Oh sure, he won the world the world Beyblade Championships, but does that make him any better? Yes, then again, he doesn't have our natural good looks but we must accept him for what he is, that's the least we can do." *blinks* *blinks again* Roll on the floor laughing or be angry, I am not sure what to do…!
Thank you to Rangerapprentice, Nazrita, Kawaii-Chibi-Kai and Aquila Tempestas for reviewing Judy. :) And Desastrus for reviewing all the previous chapters. xD
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18th August, 2012. 09:40 p.m.
