A few weeks later, Seto and Mokuba were well on their way through the list of applicants. Granted there was a screening of all of the applicants prior to the interview but that did not trim down the list very much.
There were a few questionable applicants in the interview process. But it wasn't their backgrounds that caused Seto and Mokuba to pause. It was the lack of experience or permits, licenses, or one of a hundred other things.
Where Seto conducted the interviews in person. He knew that Mokuba was watching via a closed circuit camera system. All of the sound and movements monitored from an angle and range that Mokuba could see their faces as well. Seto wasn't about to let Mokuba have contact with any of the applicants until the pool was narrowed down quite a bit.
The next applicant took both Seto and Mokuba by surprise when she entered the room. Even though Seto had her application and facts there in front of him, he could not believe that a woman this young would be applying and competing against seasoned professionals for this position.
Mokuba held judgment back however as he had learned the hard way that things were seldom as they seemed. Instead he took in what she was wearing and knew that Seto would dock her points for her choice of outfits. Unless...
"Hey bro, ask her why she's dressed that way sometime during the interview will ya?" The small comlink relayed the message to Seto and he saw the older brother nod slightly to acknowledge that he had heard.
Chance was nervous. Here she was, in the middle of Kaiba Corp's main headquarters and preparing for an interview that was going to be tough. One of her net contacts had told her about the position and she had spent a couple days straight researching the company and the brothers in particular.
Making a guess at why the call for a bodyguard might have been made, she sent in her application and resume. She had not expected anything to come of it, but a few days later the call came from Seto Kaiba's secretary to line up the appointment for the interview. Time slotted and packed for the road, Chance left her small apartment for a couple days, leaving a note for her building manager that she was out of town on business and she didn't expect it to take more than a week.
Dressing for the interview, she went with a slightly unconventional route. She knew that Seto Kaiba was going to expect a lot of suits and ties. Something that would definitely make her stand out from the rest would be how she dressed for the day. So with a smile she pulled out her black blazer, dark blue jeans, ankle height hiking boots, and white dress shirt. After showering and dressing she pulled out the last touch to her outfit. A pair of silver colored hair sticks. Pulling her hair back into a tight knot and securing it with the sticks, she grabbed her attaché case with her permits, licenses, and other vital information and headed out of her hotel room with a grin. This was going to be interesting.
Having covered her nerves with her warm greeting she shook Kaiba's hand and sat down as she had been asked to. Both Seto and Mokuba seemed surprised at how she could managed to seem forward, yet unassuming at the same time.
"Lets get down to business. Do you have any paperwork that I need to see?" Kaiba started out as he had with all of the other applicants. Once he got the basics out of the way, he could get down to learning about this girl who didn't seem all that much older than he was.
"Yes I do." Chance dropped one hand down to the outer pocket of her attaché and pulled out the copies of her permits and certifications to hand over to Seto. "You can keep those, I have the originals in another location."
Seto looked over the paperwork and when he reached the last permit in the small stack he was barely able to hold in his surprise. "I guess I know where to start now." He eyed her carefully, trying to figure out if she was carrying the weapon on her or not.
"Tell me, how is it that someone your age managed the permits and licenses for a 9mm hand gun?"
Chance saw the scrutiny she was under, and understood it as many people that had seen her licenses had put her under the same searching stare. "If you are worried if I brought my berretta with me, I did. Your security confiscated it at the front desk." At his nod she continued. "I started training for this line of work from a fairly early age. Father ran a gun repair shop so I picked up most of what I know from him. As for the licenses themselves, those took a lot of hard work and an equally large amount of money. I keep them up to date and the Government knows where I am living at all times due to the restrictions placed on me as to where and when I am permitted to carry my weapons."
"I see, of course I will be checking these with the government to make sure your story checks out."
"Naturally."
Seto saw that she considered the topic of her permits closed and could only silently agree. Both of them knew that there was a standard operating procedure for any application process like this. And since she had not included her permits in her attachments with her applications, there was no real way for him to check on them till he had attained copies of her records.
"Where did you pick up your other training? I see that you have some training in the martial arts and advanced self defense." The next question came and again he practically scrutinized her as if he could divine her thoughts.
Chance tried to ignore the scrutiny. Those cold eyes, ever calculating unnerved her for some reason. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew that she had met Seto before. "I received my training in the martial arts listed on my resume from various masters in my home town. With that training they also took the time to teach me the self defense moves needed to keep myself safe on the streets as well as basic first aid to help out in emergency situations." Returning a look of her own, Chance let her hazel eyes bore into Seto's blue eyes in a non-verbal reminder that she considered staring to be impolite.
Mokuba watched the interview progress and noted the intent look that this woman pinned his older brother with and wondered what it was that Seto was doing to earn such an intent gaze.
"You didn't mention who this was for when you sent out the call for applicants for the position of Body guard. But given what I've been able to find out about the Kaiba Corp and about you and your brother, I'm guessing that this whole rigmarole is for Mokuba Kaiba. Isn't it?" Chance took her opportunity to ask the question that would solidify what she was doing this for, but wasn't prepared for the slight look of surprise to win its way past Seto's serious mien.
"Bro, she's sharp. I don't think any of the other applicants ever thought to question who this was for." Mokuba was smiling knowing that she had surprised his older brother. Points in her favor from him as he thought that the rest of the suits, no matter how laid back they seemed, they all seemed ready to take orders, and follow them, and do just that. This one was thinking for herself and he could see that she would be an interesting addition to the staff if she made it to the end of the application process with out slipping up.
Seto just continued with the interview even as he noted with some pleasure that it was true, she was sharp. "Yes, this is for Mokuba if you must know."
"Then I take it he's watching all of this then." Her slight smile was now directed at the camera that both of the Kaiba brothers had thought that she wouldn't have been able to see.
Seto cleared his throat and regained control of the interview, a slight smirk now gracing his face as he found that despite her tendency to question into things that shouldn't concern her at the moment, she was hard to develop distaste for. Something about how she came across as relaxed and respectful appealed to his sense of irony.
"On your resume, I do not see any listing for whatever schooling you may have had. Why is this and how does it tie into the fact that you have listed that you are multi-lingual?"
Chance looked off into middle space for a moment, forming the best explanation before speaking. "I have been home schooled ever since I can remember. When I finally told my parents what I wanted to do with my life, they insisted that I become conversant in French and English in case I were to have to accompany someone over seas. This way I would be able to understand the business or diplomatic matters that are discussed and weed out threats if need be."
"A wise choice indeed." Seto was conversant in English if only because it was the language of programming and the business world at large for the moment, and called on an interpreter when things turned to matters of diplomacy.
"I have to ask. Your choice of dress is what would be considered out of line for this interview. Tell me why you think that what you are wearing is not out of line." He finally asked at the not so gentle hint that came from his younger brother through the comlink. His visage was nearly a scowl now as his eyes hardened.
Chance grinned. "I am applying to be the bodyguard of an active young man. That part I had guessed at before I came here. To that end I figured that where I might be very out of place here in your office complex, I am far more likely to blend in to a crowd when I am with Mokuba for most of his activities in this outfit, thus making it easier for people to forget that I am there. When people forget that there is a guardian there, they relax more."
"In the case of Mokuba I get the feeling that he does not want to feel like he is under lock and key. So if he can forget that I am there. So much the better for him." It was basic psychology. Something that Seto and Mokuba could both appreciate and it upped their estimation of her another notch.
"You are living in another city at the moment, or so your resume and application state. You do realize that if you are chosen for this position, you will have to move to Domino." Seto raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, the current address listed is in my home city. However I am able to move at any time should a position open up for me that requires travel or relocation. I am staying at the Domino Shareton Hotel while I am in town for the interview process." She filled Seto in on the information that would make it easier for him to contact her since it was an all day drive just to get to Domino from her hometown.
"Excellent. Leave your current contact information with my secretary and if you make it to the next round of interviews, you will be contacted with in 48 hours." Seto stood up signaling that the interview was over, and with a slight bow to acknowledge her respectful bow let her leave before he signaled for a slight pause in the applicants so he could talk to Mokuba.
"She's good Bro. I hope you have her file tagged for the next round of interviews." Mokuba's voice filtered through the office."
"Yes, she's tagged. I just need to get her records checked out. Are you sure you want to do this for the next round of interviews little brother?" Seto referred to their plan of a preliminary interview with Seto, then a follow up interview with Mokuba should the applicant make it past the first round.
So far only 4 had made it and this made the second round easier because Mokuba was going to take each of them out for an afternoon of fun. A sort of a controlled field test as it were because Mokuba would have not only a comlink to Seto's office, but he would be wearing a tracking device at all times.
"Yeah. I'm sure. I mean what a better way to really get to know what these guys will be like in the every day run of the mill things than to drop them into the middle of it. And if you feel like testing them with the 'goon squad' then go ahead." Mokuba's pet name for the Kaiba Corp specialized security unit never failed to bring a smirk to Seto's face. Even he had to admit that they did look like a 'goon squad' from time to time.
"Well then, lets finish up this next run of interviews and go home. I've done nothing but sit here all day listening to mechanical answers coming from suits and I just want to get some of the piling paperwork caught up on before dinner." Seto indicated that he was ready for the next interview and upon seeing another dark suit inwardly sighed as he realized that the change in attire that Chance had brought into his office had been like a breath of fresh air. Something he didn't appreciate all that often until he got cooped up again in routine.
There were a few questionable applicants in the interview process. But it wasn't their backgrounds that caused Seto and Mokuba to pause. It was the lack of experience or permits, licenses, or one of a hundred other things.
Where Seto conducted the interviews in person. He knew that Mokuba was watching via a closed circuit camera system. All of the sound and movements monitored from an angle and range that Mokuba could see their faces as well. Seto wasn't about to let Mokuba have contact with any of the applicants until the pool was narrowed down quite a bit.
The next applicant took both Seto and Mokuba by surprise when she entered the room. Even though Seto had her application and facts there in front of him, he could not believe that a woman this young would be applying and competing against seasoned professionals for this position.
Mokuba held judgment back however as he had learned the hard way that things were seldom as they seemed. Instead he took in what she was wearing and knew that Seto would dock her points for her choice of outfits. Unless...
"Hey bro, ask her why she's dressed that way sometime during the interview will ya?" The small comlink relayed the message to Seto and he saw the older brother nod slightly to acknowledge that he had heard.
Chance was nervous. Here she was, in the middle of Kaiba Corp's main headquarters and preparing for an interview that was going to be tough. One of her net contacts had told her about the position and she had spent a couple days straight researching the company and the brothers in particular.
Making a guess at why the call for a bodyguard might have been made, she sent in her application and resume. She had not expected anything to come of it, but a few days later the call came from Seto Kaiba's secretary to line up the appointment for the interview. Time slotted and packed for the road, Chance left her small apartment for a couple days, leaving a note for her building manager that she was out of town on business and she didn't expect it to take more than a week.
Dressing for the interview, she went with a slightly unconventional route. She knew that Seto Kaiba was going to expect a lot of suits and ties. Something that would definitely make her stand out from the rest would be how she dressed for the day. So with a smile she pulled out her black blazer, dark blue jeans, ankle height hiking boots, and white dress shirt. After showering and dressing she pulled out the last touch to her outfit. A pair of silver colored hair sticks. Pulling her hair back into a tight knot and securing it with the sticks, she grabbed her attaché case with her permits, licenses, and other vital information and headed out of her hotel room with a grin. This was going to be interesting.
Having covered her nerves with her warm greeting she shook Kaiba's hand and sat down as she had been asked to. Both Seto and Mokuba seemed surprised at how she could managed to seem forward, yet unassuming at the same time.
"Lets get down to business. Do you have any paperwork that I need to see?" Kaiba started out as he had with all of the other applicants. Once he got the basics out of the way, he could get down to learning about this girl who didn't seem all that much older than he was.
"Yes I do." Chance dropped one hand down to the outer pocket of her attaché and pulled out the copies of her permits and certifications to hand over to Seto. "You can keep those, I have the originals in another location."
Seto looked over the paperwork and when he reached the last permit in the small stack he was barely able to hold in his surprise. "I guess I know where to start now." He eyed her carefully, trying to figure out if she was carrying the weapon on her or not.
"Tell me, how is it that someone your age managed the permits and licenses for a 9mm hand gun?"
Chance saw the scrutiny she was under, and understood it as many people that had seen her licenses had put her under the same searching stare. "If you are worried if I brought my berretta with me, I did. Your security confiscated it at the front desk." At his nod she continued. "I started training for this line of work from a fairly early age. Father ran a gun repair shop so I picked up most of what I know from him. As for the licenses themselves, those took a lot of hard work and an equally large amount of money. I keep them up to date and the Government knows where I am living at all times due to the restrictions placed on me as to where and when I am permitted to carry my weapons."
"I see, of course I will be checking these with the government to make sure your story checks out."
"Naturally."
Seto saw that she considered the topic of her permits closed and could only silently agree. Both of them knew that there was a standard operating procedure for any application process like this. And since she had not included her permits in her attachments with her applications, there was no real way for him to check on them till he had attained copies of her records.
"Where did you pick up your other training? I see that you have some training in the martial arts and advanced self defense." The next question came and again he practically scrutinized her as if he could divine her thoughts.
Chance tried to ignore the scrutiny. Those cold eyes, ever calculating unnerved her for some reason. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew that she had met Seto before. "I received my training in the martial arts listed on my resume from various masters in my home town. With that training they also took the time to teach me the self defense moves needed to keep myself safe on the streets as well as basic first aid to help out in emergency situations." Returning a look of her own, Chance let her hazel eyes bore into Seto's blue eyes in a non-verbal reminder that she considered staring to be impolite.
Mokuba watched the interview progress and noted the intent look that this woman pinned his older brother with and wondered what it was that Seto was doing to earn such an intent gaze.
"You didn't mention who this was for when you sent out the call for applicants for the position of Body guard. But given what I've been able to find out about the Kaiba Corp and about you and your brother, I'm guessing that this whole rigmarole is for Mokuba Kaiba. Isn't it?" Chance took her opportunity to ask the question that would solidify what she was doing this for, but wasn't prepared for the slight look of surprise to win its way past Seto's serious mien.
"Bro, she's sharp. I don't think any of the other applicants ever thought to question who this was for." Mokuba was smiling knowing that she had surprised his older brother. Points in her favor from him as he thought that the rest of the suits, no matter how laid back they seemed, they all seemed ready to take orders, and follow them, and do just that. This one was thinking for herself and he could see that she would be an interesting addition to the staff if she made it to the end of the application process with out slipping up.
Seto just continued with the interview even as he noted with some pleasure that it was true, she was sharp. "Yes, this is for Mokuba if you must know."
"Then I take it he's watching all of this then." Her slight smile was now directed at the camera that both of the Kaiba brothers had thought that she wouldn't have been able to see.
Seto cleared his throat and regained control of the interview, a slight smirk now gracing his face as he found that despite her tendency to question into things that shouldn't concern her at the moment, she was hard to develop distaste for. Something about how she came across as relaxed and respectful appealed to his sense of irony.
"On your resume, I do not see any listing for whatever schooling you may have had. Why is this and how does it tie into the fact that you have listed that you are multi-lingual?"
Chance looked off into middle space for a moment, forming the best explanation before speaking. "I have been home schooled ever since I can remember. When I finally told my parents what I wanted to do with my life, they insisted that I become conversant in French and English in case I were to have to accompany someone over seas. This way I would be able to understand the business or diplomatic matters that are discussed and weed out threats if need be."
"A wise choice indeed." Seto was conversant in English if only because it was the language of programming and the business world at large for the moment, and called on an interpreter when things turned to matters of diplomacy.
"I have to ask. Your choice of dress is what would be considered out of line for this interview. Tell me why you think that what you are wearing is not out of line." He finally asked at the not so gentle hint that came from his younger brother through the comlink. His visage was nearly a scowl now as his eyes hardened.
Chance grinned. "I am applying to be the bodyguard of an active young man. That part I had guessed at before I came here. To that end I figured that where I might be very out of place here in your office complex, I am far more likely to blend in to a crowd when I am with Mokuba for most of his activities in this outfit, thus making it easier for people to forget that I am there. When people forget that there is a guardian there, they relax more."
"In the case of Mokuba I get the feeling that he does not want to feel like he is under lock and key. So if he can forget that I am there. So much the better for him." It was basic psychology. Something that Seto and Mokuba could both appreciate and it upped their estimation of her another notch.
"You are living in another city at the moment, or so your resume and application state. You do realize that if you are chosen for this position, you will have to move to Domino." Seto raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, the current address listed is in my home city. However I am able to move at any time should a position open up for me that requires travel or relocation. I am staying at the Domino Shareton Hotel while I am in town for the interview process." She filled Seto in on the information that would make it easier for him to contact her since it was an all day drive just to get to Domino from her hometown.
"Excellent. Leave your current contact information with my secretary and if you make it to the next round of interviews, you will be contacted with in 48 hours." Seto stood up signaling that the interview was over, and with a slight bow to acknowledge her respectful bow let her leave before he signaled for a slight pause in the applicants so he could talk to Mokuba.
"She's good Bro. I hope you have her file tagged for the next round of interviews." Mokuba's voice filtered through the office."
"Yes, she's tagged. I just need to get her records checked out. Are you sure you want to do this for the next round of interviews little brother?" Seto referred to their plan of a preliminary interview with Seto, then a follow up interview with Mokuba should the applicant make it past the first round.
So far only 4 had made it and this made the second round easier because Mokuba was going to take each of them out for an afternoon of fun. A sort of a controlled field test as it were because Mokuba would have not only a comlink to Seto's office, but he would be wearing a tracking device at all times.
"Yeah. I'm sure. I mean what a better way to really get to know what these guys will be like in the every day run of the mill things than to drop them into the middle of it. And if you feel like testing them with the 'goon squad' then go ahead." Mokuba's pet name for the Kaiba Corp specialized security unit never failed to bring a smirk to Seto's face. Even he had to admit that they did look like a 'goon squad' from time to time.
"Well then, lets finish up this next run of interviews and go home. I've done nothing but sit here all day listening to mechanical answers coming from suits and I just want to get some of the piling paperwork caught up on before dinner." Seto indicated that he was ready for the next interview and upon seeing another dark suit inwardly sighed as he realized that the change in attire that Chance had brought into his office had been like a breath of fresh air. Something he didn't appreciate all that often until he got cooped up again in routine.