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xp_logsClea and Kevin have an interesting conversation on Sunday Morning. Clea may have found her way 'in'.
She knew people who lived in the mansion worked in different places. It was just the matter if finding the right person. If she was looking for someone who worked in a spy-magic-mutant place, what would they look like.
Clea had a cover, she was carrying around a newspaper with job listings. Walking into the kitchen she place the paper on the counter and went to get a glass of orange juice.
Kevin didn't look up from his own paper,. He had a tablet which had over a hundred different news subscriptions attached to it, but especially in the morning, he preferred the physical copy. It had been his routine for over sixty years now, and wasn't one he felt the need to upgrade to the modern world. On the other hand, the technological monstrosity that had been installed in the kitchen made a damn fine cup of coffee.
Returning to the center counter with a glass juice, Clea saw someone sitting nearby with a paper. It was a different paper than the one she had, "Excuse me. Do you mind if I take a look at the classifieds when you are done?"
Kevin flipped down the edge of the paper and looked at her over it. "You want the classifieds from the Wall Street Journal? Planning on investment banking opportunities or buying a used Lexus?"
"I have to start somewhere. Might have a front desk position. Miss Amanda gave me the idea."
"You're taking job advice from Sefton? Boy, did you mess up in a former life." He said. "Besides, I have it on reasonable authority that only old men like me look for work in the classifieds. You're supposed to go on-line and swim through all the pornography and spam to find one of those job... sites, I guess."
"Maybe I am an old soul at heart." Clea mused before taking a sip. "Well she mentioned that her work is in utter chaos as the receptionist is away on mission. I can't straight up ask her to give me the job, might need experience or something. But I do have the drive to learn the said skills are."
"Wait, Sefton offered you a job at Snow Valley? Was this during 'sniffing glue' class?"
"Well, no. Just that there is a need for it." Her orange juice was getting low and she made a hand gesture and it refilled it self. "But it was after magic class."
"So I wasn't far off. Why do you want an office job? Isn't the whole point of magic to be some kind of special master of the universe or something?" Despite his work, Kevin didn't like magic. It upended all of the rules he'd learned his entire life.
"Normalcy would be ideal in my case. My life is already crazy as it is." Clea looked over at him after staring at her glass, "Besides, I haven't settled on what I actually want to do with my life so why not start working."
"Normalcy? Working for Snow Valley?" Kevin started to laugh. He was normally dour and closed off. To have him laughing, actually laughing was out of character. "Oh Clea... it is Clea, right? You have no idea why that is so funny."
Clea couldn't but smile as he laughed. "That exciting? So there is no need for boring work like answering phones, ordering supplies, and maintaining schedules and filing?"
"You know what? I don't even know what I'm allowed to tell you. But it is not a standard office. It's a weird... for fuck's sake, Sefton mentioned it to you? Why would she do that?"
Clea shrugged, "Stress, most likely." Amanda didn't exactly tell her what the job detailed only that the office was chaotic. "What is it like?"
"Snow Valley is the espionage branch of Xavier's. It is literally our version of the CIA. Do you want to work for spies and assassins?"
"Spy-magic-mutant place. Will I learn life experience?"
"Depends how low cut your business attire is. Seriously though, come on kid. This is a weird environment. If you just want to make some money, there's better options. Joining us is putting a target on your back."
"I already have a target on my back, regardless of where I go. I have an uncle that is bent on coming to Earth dimension and destroying it. Or says the Ancient One. No better options than to be yourself. At least you don't have to hide what you are at work."
"Damn, I have to admit, that's weirder than most of our shit. But I'm holding the line on low cut tops." Kevin sipped from his cup. "Look, kid, this isn't a safe job, even if we try to keep your safe. You get that, right?"
"I see what you are saying. You go undercover, you steal information, and you get the job done. Sometimes leaving a trail of bodies behind you. I won't go as far as going on field missions, unless that is in the field descriptions somewhere. I think paper cuts would be the worry." Clea said.
"Clea, we kill people. Some of them don't deserve it, but the greater good demands it. Sometimes we do awful things. As bad as the people we kill for doing it. You want to walk into that world?"
"What if, I work on day a week. Limits of the chances of something awful happening at work? What kind of receptionist do you guys need again?"
Kevin's guffaw was loud. "Oh, lady. There's no way to be kinda here one day a week."
"Think of it is a test run. We work up from there. I graduate in a few months, and if I haven't ran off scared of what you have done, then you can bring me on for the entire week. Fridays and the weekend?"
"I don't know but where does the low cut shirt factor into this?"
"I'll make it part of my work attire." Clea said to him with a serious look on her face.
"Damn it. I'm being recruited. " Kevin said. "I'll suggest that we could see the need for you for a role. But, are you sure?"
Clea nodded as she finished her juice with a smirk on her lips, "Of course. I wouldn't be having this conversation if I wasn't."
"Think about it for a minute, kid. It is a dangerous work space."
Clea was silent for about a minute, "Did you have this conversation when you first became a spy?"
"Kid, I was recruited out of a tent that we were making kimchi in."
"You were smuggling kimchi?" She was joking. "Give me a chance, I might surprise you."
"Korean war, kid." Kevin leaned back and blow out a breath. "This is a bad life, kid. Choose something else. You'll have a better life."
"Wasn't that in the early 1950s?" She raised an eyebrow as he didn't look that old. Now she understood why he kept calling her kid. Everyone was a kid to him. "So, you will get back to me on it?" Clea tore off a small part of the newspaper and wrote her name and number on it and passed it over after summoning a pen from thin air. She had made up her mind. Even if Amanda might kill her later when she found out what she was doing. She wanted the experience and it didn't bother her if they did bad things, what kind of person did that make her? Clea had that realization as she was walking to put her glass in the sink to wash it.
"I'll pass it along to some people. They don't let me make the hiring decisions. Something about those escourts not having the Office skills or something." He pocketed the piece of paper. "Alright, go somewhere else to be young and uncompromised. It tires me out." He said, deliberately turning back to his paper.
She knew people who lived in the mansion worked in different places. It was just the matter if finding the right person. If she was looking for someone who worked in a spy-magic-mutant place, what would they look like.
Clea had a cover, she was carrying around a newspaper with job listings. Walking into the kitchen she place the paper on the counter and went to get a glass of orange juice.
Kevin didn't look up from his own paper,. He had a tablet which had over a hundred different news subscriptions attached to it, but especially in the morning, he preferred the physical copy. It had been his routine for over sixty years now, and wasn't one he felt the need to upgrade to the modern world. On the other hand, the technological monstrosity that had been installed in the kitchen made a damn fine cup of coffee.
Returning to the center counter with a glass juice, Clea saw someone sitting nearby with a paper. It was a different paper than the one she had, "Excuse me. Do you mind if I take a look at the classifieds when you are done?"
Kevin flipped down the edge of the paper and looked at her over it. "You want the classifieds from the Wall Street Journal? Planning on investment banking opportunities or buying a used Lexus?"
"I have to start somewhere. Might have a front desk position. Miss Amanda gave me the idea."
"You're taking job advice from Sefton? Boy, did you mess up in a former life." He said. "Besides, I have it on reasonable authority that only old men like me look for work in the classifieds. You're supposed to go on-line and swim through all the pornography and spam to find one of those job... sites, I guess."
"Maybe I am an old soul at heart." Clea mused before taking a sip. "Well she mentioned that her work is in utter chaos as the receptionist is away on mission. I can't straight up ask her to give me the job, might need experience or something. But I do have the drive to learn the said skills are."
"Wait, Sefton offered you a job at Snow Valley? Was this during 'sniffing glue' class?"
"Well, no. Just that there is a need for it." Her orange juice was getting low and she made a hand gesture and it refilled it self. "But it was after magic class."
"So I wasn't far off. Why do you want an office job? Isn't the whole point of magic to be some kind of special master of the universe or something?" Despite his work, Kevin didn't like magic. It upended all of the rules he'd learned his entire life.
"Normalcy would be ideal in my case. My life is already crazy as it is." Clea looked over at him after staring at her glass, "Besides, I haven't settled on what I actually want to do with my life so why not start working."
"Normalcy? Working for Snow Valley?" Kevin started to laugh. He was normally dour and closed off. To have him laughing, actually laughing was out of character. "Oh Clea... it is Clea, right? You have no idea why that is so funny."
Clea couldn't but smile as he laughed. "That exciting? So there is no need for boring work like answering phones, ordering supplies, and maintaining schedules and filing?"
"You know what? I don't even know what I'm allowed to tell you. But it is not a standard office. It's a weird... for fuck's sake, Sefton mentioned it to you? Why would she do that?"
Clea shrugged, "Stress, most likely." Amanda didn't exactly tell her what the job detailed only that the office was chaotic. "What is it like?"
"Snow Valley is the espionage branch of Xavier's. It is literally our version of the CIA. Do you want to work for spies and assassins?"
"Spy-magic-mutant place. Will I learn life experience?"
"Depends how low cut your business attire is. Seriously though, come on kid. This is a weird environment. If you just want to make some money, there's better options. Joining us is putting a target on your back."
"I already have a target on my back, regardless of where I go. I have an uncle that is bent on coming to Earth dimension and destroying it. Or says the Ancient One. No better options than to be yourself. At least you don't have to hide what you are at work."
"Damn, I have to admit, that's weirder than most of our shit. But I'm holding the line on low cut tops." Kevin sipped from his cup. "Look, kid, this isn't a safe job, even if we try to keep your safe. You get that, right?"
"I see what you are saying. You go undercover, you steal information, and you get the job done. Sometimes leaving a trail of bodies behind you. I won't go as far as going on field missions, unless that is in the field descriptions somewhere. I think paper cuts would be the worry." Clea said.
"Clea, we kill people. Some of them don't deserve it, but the greater good demands it. Sometimes we do awful things. As bad as the people we kill for doing it. You want to walk into that world?"
"What if, I work on day a week. Limits of the chances of something awful happening at work? What kind of receptionist do you guys need again?"
Kevin's guffaw was loud. "Oh, lady. There's no way to be kinda here one day a week."
"Think of it is a test run. We work up from there. I graduate in a few months, and if I haven't ran off scared of what you have done, then you can bring me on for the entire week. Fridays and the weekend?"
"I don't know but where does the low cut shirt factor into this?"
"I'll make it part of my work attire." Clea said to him with a serious look on her face.
"Damn it. I'm being recruited. " Kevin said. "I'll suggest that we could see the need for you for a role. But, are you sure?"
Clea nodded as she finished her juice with a smirk on her lips, "Of course. I wouldn't be having this conversation if I wasn't."
"Think about it for a minute, kid. It is a dangerous work space."
Clea was silent for about a minute, "Did you have this conversation when you first became a spy?"
"Kid, I was recruited out of a tent that we were making kimchi in."
"You were smuggling kimchi?" She was joking. "Give me a chance, I might surprise you."
"Korean war, kid." Kevin leaned back and blow out a breath. "This is a bad life, kid. Choose something else. You'll have a better life."
"Wasn't that in the early 1950s?" She raised an eyebrow as he didn't look that old. Now she understood why he kept calling her kid. Everyone was a kid to him. "So, you will get back to me on it?" Clea tore off a small part of the newspaper and wrote her name and number on it and passed it over after summoning a pen from thin air. She had made up her mind. Even if Amanda might kill her later when she found out what she was doing. She wanted the experience and it didn't bother her if they did bad things, what kind of person did that make her? Clea had that realization as she was walking to put her glass in the sink to wash it.
"I'll pass it along to some people. They don't let me make the hiring decisions. Something about those escourts not having the Office skills or something." He pocketed the piece of paper. "Alright, go somewhere else to be young and uncompromised. It tires me out." He said, deliberately turning back to his paper.
