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Charlotte Irene ([info]snarky_monkey) wrote in [info]valesco,
He laughed again and this time she felt offended. “I’m not trying ask you out on a date. I’m trying to offer you a job. Well at least an interview, they’d have my head if I just offered you a job straight out and not even know your name.”

She froze, unsure of what she just heard. Her attention finally back on the man sitting across from her. It made no sense whatsoever. Lottie didn’t even bother trying to apply at Snitch! after her disastrous interview with The Prophet, certain she had been blacklisted from any sort of media outlet. “Excuse me?” she breathed, not daring to hope she heard correctly.

“I was sitting a couple rows behind you at the World Cup final. Overheard a bit of your running commentary you were giving your boyfriend. It was spectacular, we could use someone like you at Snitch! now that we have a radio show.” Lottie just stared at him unable to think of anything to say. He shifted in his seat slightly. “Though I suppose I could be wrong…?”

“I-- Jake isn’t my boyfriend,” she said weakly, not sure why she was bothering to correct him. It wasn’t like the innocent mistake bothered her, but it was the only response she could think of.

“So it was you then?”

“Maybe? I mean, I suppose I was going on a bit to Jake, but sometimes the commentators just use the same stats every game, it gets boring.”

Andrew just grinned holding out a card to her. “Exactly. How about you come by the office after the weekend. See if you can impress some of my colleagues.” She took the card, studying it. It could easily been a ruse. How hard would it be to pretend to work for the company hosting the party.

“I don’t know…” Charlotte flipped the card over in her hand. It seemed to easy. Too good to be true.

“Miss---” Andrew trailed off.

“Sweeting,” she offered hesitantly, to which he just chuckled again and murmured something about of course it is.

“Well Miss Sweeting, what’s the worse that could happen?” He asked standing from his seat. “Enjoy the party. I hope I see you Monday.”


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