Chapter 4
Interrogation
Butler led me through a maze of hallways, rooms, and staircases. I trotted alongside him, trying really hard to keep up. We finally paused at a light purple room, decorated with fancy tables, chairs, couches, and shelves. There were two bay windows along the back wall. The room looked out on the dark green forest surrounding the manor. Butler pulled out a chair at a light oak colored desk, shuffled some papers, and pulled up a white chair for me.
I sat down as quietly as I could. For some reason, I felt that if I made a sound, even a single sound, something bad would happen. Butler put on a pair of reading glasses, and took out a black notebook and a ballpoint pen. Then he started the interrogation.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Eighteem," I replied.
"How tall are you?"
"Five foot."
Butler looked over my resume. "I see you have worked as a secretary? Where did you work? And how did it turn out?"
"I worked at the Intel offices. Eventually I quit." Actually I got fired. Oh well.
"Hmm...I see. Are you responsible and organized? Please answer truthfully."
"Well…I'm pretty responsible…I think…And I don't think I'm THAT organized…but I don't know…"
Seriously? How was I supposed to answer that? Ugh.
"Alright, that's okay," said Butler.
"Okay."
"Have you had any jobs equivalent to the job of a maid? A waitress or cleaning maid perhaps?"
"Yes. Both, Sir." Well, it wasn't TOTALLY a lie. I HAD impersonated both for short periods of time. That's okay, right?
"D you know how to fire a gun?" He asked. My eyes widened. What?! He chuckled to himself. "Just kidding."
"Well…" He took some notes and shuffled a few papers. "You seem worthy and eligible for this particular job. If you are interested, please sign here. On the dotted line."
I signed.
"Good…good…well I expect I should show you your rooms…and…I will let you know tomorrow whether you obtained the job or not! Come, follow me."
I followed him, once again, through a maze-work of rooms and hallways. We eventually reached one of the guest rooms. (I ASSUMED it was a guest room, of course.)
"This will be your room for the duration of your stay here, at the Fowl Manor. Dinner will be served in precisely one hour."
"Thank you." I said.
"My pleasure." He then walked out of the room, leaving me alone to contemplate what had just happened.
I timidly stepped into the room. It was, like, the meaning of the word vast. I looked at it, and that's all I could think of. Vast. Kind of like that one band. Except…I'm not sure if they're vast…that's just their name. There was a closet, a desk, a four-poster bed with green drapes, a chair, and a full-length mirror. Everything was made of dark cherry wood. The window looked out upon the forest. A rug was in the center of the room. It was beautiful, depicting a hunting scene on the shore of a green-blue lake. Everything was magnificent. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.