Chapter Two: Rain Dance

Job arranged his pencils carefully. He found that he could never function correctly without cleaning up his pencils and arranging his pens by color. If only the world could be as simply organized, there would be no problems. Once the desk was suitably rearranged and revamped, he turned to the large stack of papers on his right side and meticulously picked up the first one on the stack as the door burst open. He looked through the glasses perched on his nose at the name on the resume and then looked up with wide eyes to see –

I knew this was a bad idea. This hoity-toity cesspit-scumbag ain't gonna hire me. But it said in the newspapers that they were recruiting. So I thought, come on girl, isn't like you have anything to lose by applying to LutherCorp or something. I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have been so damn optimistic. It was the coffee talking, the vengeful spirit that channeled through my tired, desperate body at about two in the morning as I looked at my unpaid bills. I mean, really. My apartment is so tiny a fucking squirrel would reject it, and it costs more than a picturesque cottage in Kansas. Stupid cities.

So, there I was, looming over some obsessive compulsive freak with pocket protectors on his shirt-pocket. What a geek. And what was he looking at? So my clothes weren't exactly conservative, strictly speaking, but I was wearing my best outfit for this damn interview. My nice fishnets and my relatively hole-free black cargo capris complete with a red shirt and spike-collar. That's right. Actual matching, colored articles of clothing that fit. And I'm even wearing all of my best rings on each finger. And these earrings and piercings didn't exactly come cheaply, ya know? It took an hour to put on this mascara and makeup. You think I like my black hair to be silky smooth?

Then I saw it. The resume from hell. It sat there like that ring of ultimate power in The Lord of the Rings, you know, the bringer of doom and all that jazz. I'm like the dark lord; that resume will follow me like some evil specter for all of eternity, I swear. He must have seen that the only thing on it was my stay in prison and my college degree. I wish they didn't require those stupid things. I didn't have the chance of a kitten in hell with that damn slip of shit. Although, my recommendations were all pretty good and from reliable, trustworthy people. So there was still some hope.

I sat. He twitched. Silence fell over the room.

I was gonna keep my stupid mouth shut this time. Last interview I had, at the meat market, I had babbled on about how much I hated vegetarians and wanted to kill the lot of them to this violent looking butcher. I thought he liked angry, disturbed people, so I played the part. Yeah, not such a hot idea. It turned out his beloved daughter was a vegetarian and a pacifist. So this time, I wouldn't say anything. I would keep my big, fat mouth shut. Zip the lip.

"So, Faith. Tell me why we should hire you with these dubious recommendations." The guy was staring at me like I was some sort of sticky ol' dust bunny in his shoe. You know the score, that condescending stare.

My mouth opened and closed in indignation. Hey...Bobby the Bringer of Pain was a very reliable source, I'll have you know! He always spoke the truth...usually right before he killed you. But it's the thought that counts. Truth and good intentions just don't cohabitate all that often.

He was looking at me all weird. Shiznit. I can't shut up if he asks me to talk! Maybe I can pretend I'm mute. That's it! But...I don't know sign language...I shifted my eyes over to where the dude is yawning like a pretentious pig right in my face. Asshole. I'll give you something to yawn about. "I'll tell you why you should hire me, you poor little bastard. I got mad skills. Like, I know how to knock a biatch unconscious in thirty seconds flat. I could tie you up and hang you out the damn window if I freakin' wanted to. So don't you take a tone with me, boy, or I'll bring the pain." I growl. Then I realize what I just said. Stupid, stupid mouth, why the hell did you do that! "Um...I mean...I am really good at...uh...accounting?" I try to look innocent. The dude was looking at me like he wanted to send me to the funny farm. I couldn't blame him. I'd like to send me to the funny farm sometimes too.

Then the door opened again and this bald guy walked through briskly. I snorted at the sight of him and dismissed him immediately. A moneybag player, if I ever saw one. He looked unbelievingly at me as I glared at him. Got a problem with that, mister Rogaine? Shove it. I raised my chin defiantly in his direction and turned back to my interviewer. Huh. He looked a little scared as he saw the baldie. Like he may be worth my time or something. As if.

"Good – good morning Mr. Luther," he squeaked. The guy ignored the mouse act and walked right past me.

"Well, have you finished hiring my staff yet? I need to get moving. Now." I looked at the guy. Luther, huh? He must be the renegade son. He was worth a double take at the very least, then. I liked the way he talked. Like he really knew what he was doing. It was like that captain guy on Star Trek.

The guy was looking desperate now. "Um, I have...one more person to hire..." his eyes shifted...well...shiftily.

Luther glared. "Job, I told you I needed my staff today, you imbecile."

The guy squirmed. "I-I know! It's just that..." he looked at me desperately. Oh no...what the hell does he think he's doing – "I was...meeting? Yes, I was meeting with the last recruit now to make sure she was acclimating well to the work force!" He beamed triumphantly. "And-and she says yes! And she is a really efficient bodyguard, just like you wanted. In fact, she was just telling me about that a few minutes ago!"

I stared. "Hey now! Slow down a minute there, freak-zoid! I didn't say that!" I heated up my death ray eyes and prepared the death laser glare. Rrrrrrr...He sat back in fright of my evil eye. Luther boy chuckled. What did he know, the little daftie. Nothing, that's what.

"Do you want to be employed or not, Miss..." Luther boy looked at me inquisitively.

"Faith. Ms. Faith." I glared at him and then realized what he was saying. "Uh...sure. Why not." I shrugged. It's not like I had anything better to do, besides sleeping. Which was, actually, way better. Hmm...maybe I should -

"Good. Give Ms. Faith the details." He tossed over his shoulder to Job-boy. I grinned evilly. Yesss. I win, anal-man. MUAHAHAHAHA! And we WON'T be meeting again. "Heeheehee." I chortled with glee outside and inside. Luther grinned as he left. Ha. I saw it. Mr. New Boss liked my sense of humor. That was so a first. Usually people think I'm just weird or don't get my jokes.

The guy looked at me with a carefully impassive expression. "Very well, then, Miss. You will be leaving with Mr. Luther when he returns to Smallville tomorrow. Be prepared and present at 4 a.m. sharp.

"Yeah, whatever. It's Ms. Faith, simpleton."

A/N: Yay! New chapter and stuff is explained and done. Goody. And now it is time to switch P.O.V.'s. And just you wait until you hear what he has to say about the sitch.