Fall For You
A/N: Another commission for Zolth. Commissions are open for five-cent per word.
Randy looked up at the gray and green building. Electro Enterprises stood firm as Randy straightened his tie and fussed over his white shirt. It was his first job interview in months and Sandy had scored him a huge deal. She knew the boss's son and might have used her connections to get Randy this interview in the first place.
He swallowed, straightened his tie again, and headed inside. There was no way he could mess this up. He wanted to get out of his crappy apartment and at least work under someone powerful and influential. He looked around the opulent waiting room, realizing how out of his element he felt. He probably never ever saw the inside of an Ivy League like the rest of the men and women here. Randy walked up to the front desk where a brown-furred marmot sat, his bored gaze glancing at Randy.
"Mr. Electro, you have a visitor," the marmot said, gesturing to the seat closest to Randy. "Have a seat, Mr. Electro will be with you in a moment,"
Randy hummed in reply, sitting in the hard, wooden chair. He waited as he was told to, watching a wombat leave the other room where Proton Electro sat. Randy hoped he would make a good first impression.
Proton sighed as that wombat was the fifth potential intern to leave. She had gotten upset over something as small as Proton correcting her on how to send an email. "Send in the next one," he said over the small intercom to his receptionist. Proton waited, fixing his stack of papers to the right of him.
Randy walked in, took a seat in front of Proton and cleared his throat. "N-Nice to meet ya, Mr. Electro," Randy said, putting his hand out for a handshake.
"Yes, Randall, is it?" Proton said, shaking Randy's hand. It was firm and strong.
"Um, jus' Randy, sir,"
Proton blinked and looked at the file in front of him. Well, his mistake then. "Randy," he started, leaning back in his chair. "What makes you qualified to be my assistant?"
Randy rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I'm a hard worker, granted, I ain't go to no fancy college, but I'm good at following orders," he said, seeming to shrink under Proton's gaze.
"Are you?" Proton asked, earning a nod in response. Proton looked at Randy for a moment longer before flipping through Randy's file. He went to a state college, but that didn't mean he wasn't qualified to work here. "Augustine," he said into the intercom, "bring me a work file,"
Randy blinked, fiddling with his sleeve. "So, is the interview over?" he asked, swallowing.
"Not yet," Proton replied as the marmot from earlier walked in with a manilla folder. "Fill this out," he said as Augustine handed the folder to Randy and left.
Randy nodded, thanking Proton as the other squirrel handed him a pen.
"My son's friend got you here," Proton said, watching the muscles in Randy's hand work. "I hope she made the right choice,"
"Yeah, my sister's got friends in high places," Randy replied, green eyes glancing at Proton. "I don't. . .I might not fit in here, but I'll try my best,"
Proton hummed, getting up from his seat and walking towards Randy. "You just need to do what you're told," he said, walking past Randy and out of the office. "See you Monday,"
Randy paused then, he was halfway through filling out the form. He quietly finished filling out the salary portion and realized he had been hired.
He smiled. He might as well celebrate the fact that he'd be making more than he originally did at the blacksmithing shop he worked at.
Proton watched Randy leave the office after handing the receptionist his salary form. Proton hoped he was making the right choice in hiring Sandy's brother, he didn't hire people on the spot just because they were attractive. Randy had to put work in.