Hello! Thanks for the reveiws on the first chapter, everyone!
Slade got the hotel room by simply threatening the manager to let him stay. It wasn't pleasant… Anyway, onto the story.
"Skilled, smart, and intellegent," Slade said as he wrote down these words under quilifications on his resume. He had designed the resume himself with questions he thought would be quite useful. With categories like evil deeds, goals- under that, of course, was written, "to defeat the Teen Titans"- and favorite evil catch phrase, he was sure he could not go wrong.
He got up from his seat at the desk, eager to find something to eat. But how was he going to get it? And soo he found a way.
"Hello, welcome to the Happy Chicken," Slade said emotionlessly to an energetic little boy and his mother standing in front of the counter. He adjusted his hat on his head a bit, trying to hide 'Happy Chicken' from the customers. "May I take your order?"
"Yes, we'd like a Little Chicken meal, a Friar Burger, and…"
Slade grew impatient. "And what, for God's sake!"
The woman looked scared, but didn't move. "That… That…" Slade gave her a menacing glare. "That'll be all." she said, a quiver in her voice.
"One little chic and a fat friar!" Slade shouted to the room behind him, busily swarming with other recruits. The woman seemed anxious to leave, but still stood there, her son's hand in her own.
It's a good thing I'm only working here part-time, Slade thought to himself. I'm sure that all the resumes I sent out will definitely come back as a solid 'You're Hired.' But when he got home…
"No!" Slade yelled, throwing the paper on the floor. "No one wants to hire me! How did this happen! I had the best questions this world has seen! No one could've turned me down! There must be a mistake…"
Slkade walked up to the door with the sign that said: "Millionare inc." in bold, gold letters. He had thought this would be the place to start since, well, the name explains it all.
He opened the door and quickly walked through, finding himself sorrounded with dark red walls and tile floor. There was a wooden desk farther from him, and a woman in a gray suit sitting in a chair behind it.
"Hello," Slade said as impressingly as he could. The woman looked up from searching in one of the drawers.
"May I help you?" she asked politely.
"Yes," Slade answered. "I got my resume back saying that they didn't want me. I was sure they were mistaken."
"Name," the woman asked annoyingly.
"Slade." He replied calmly.
"The woman typed into the computer on her desk. "Oh yes," she said. "Mr. Slade. No, the paper was correct, you have been turned down."
Even thought no one could see, Slade's face was turning red with anger. "What!" he screamed.
"You have been turned down," the woman said as calmly as before. "You should leave now, Mr. Slade. You are wasting my time." She made a shooing gesture with her hand.
Slade was furious. "But-"
"Goodbye, sir," The woman went back to looking through her desk.
Slade wanted to puond her into pound cake. He wanted to throw her out the door. But he held himself back, knowing he definitely wouldn't get a job that way. And if he wanted money, his only choice for the moment would be…
"Hello, welcome to the Happy Chicken." Slade said. "May I take your order?"
Aagain, thanks for the reveiws! I'm sorry this chapter was short, please forgive me. Anyway, bye! Jennifer