This is just a short filler chapter to help me introduce the next one which should be up soonish..as always enjoy!

Phone Calls and New Positions

'Clara it's for you!' Cosette called from downstairs.

She went down and Cosette gave her the receiver.

'Hello?' she said.

'Hello,' came the reply, 'is this Clara Courfeyrac?'

'Speaking.'

'I believe you applied for a maid's position in District 2?'

'That's right.'

'Well, I'm pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the interview stage. I hope you'll be able to travel up here next Wednesday so I may meet you in person?'

Clara was almost too pleased to speak. Suddenly she found her voice.

'Oh thank you! Of course I'll be able to make it! May I ask your name, it only seems fair, if you know mine!'

A chuckle came from the other end of the line, 'My name is Oliver Edwards, an old servant of the family.'

'Well I am very much looking forward to meeting you Mr Edwards!'

'Oliver is perfectly fine, young lady. I have to say I'm looking forward to meeting you to, you seem a pleasant sort.'

Clara smiled to herself, her early upbringing had taught her manners of the highest excellence. She also knew it was important to make whoever you were talking to feel comfortable in your presence, and she could tell she was doing so. As Oliver's outlying District accent was beginning to come through.

'Where are you from Oliver?'

'Me? District 11 meself. Agriculture was my early calling, my family had the best apple orchard you will ever see, I assure you.'

'I have no doubt! How did you come to work in domestics?'

'Well now, me mum wanted better for me. Butler for the District 2 embassador, it's a good position.'

'It most certainly is! Your mother must be extremely proud.'

'Oh, she was. She really was. It's the best reward I can think of.'

Clara felt an enclosing pain in her chest, more specifically in her heart. But she wasn't planning to let it show. She had grown used to hiding her emotions.

'Sorry, may I ask what sort of work I would be doing?'

'Well, the new maid, I must be careful not to show bias ma'am,' she almost felt he was winking at her, 'would be lookin' after the Master's son. Cleanin' his room, washin' his clothes and such, but don't worry, he's not too much of a mess. I've known him since he was a little lad, he's a pleasant sort too.'

'I am sorry to intrude, but may I ask about the family I…the new maid would be working for?' She knew to be careful about making herself too comfortable.

'You've got fine manners, young miss. Don't sound like you're from 12 at all, what you doin' lookin' for a maid's job?'

'Long story,' she sighed.

Oliver must have sensed her discomfort and changed the subject.

'The family! Well the Master's the ambassador for District 2, as I reckon I've already let slip, but you won't be seeing too much of him. The Mistress is a lovely lady, very kind, you'll be working quite closely with her too, helpin' out the other maids. But your lad, his name's Antonin, but everyone calls him Enjolras, Antonin Enjolras.