Madin & Illyana | New Line Items
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xp_logs(backdated) Illyana meets Madin after the disastrous interview with Warren, and it doesn't go terribly.
Illyana had holed herself up in one of the smaller lounges on the days she worked from home and wasn't in front of the portal, and that's where she'd asked Madin to meet her. It was a neutral space, she was comfortable in the slubby jumpsuit she'd gotten, and she had a blanket too, with a little lap desk for her work laptop and another small table pulled close to set her phones on.
Importantly, Warren wasn't there. He wasn't as bad as she'd thought, but his tendency to stick his foot in it was on the same level as her ability to have Pyotr thinking the very worst of her from the word go. Hence her meeting with Madin. "You may come in, I do not bite without provocation or permission," she said as she caught a fleeting glimpse of purple. "I am told doing otherwise is bad form." She clicked send on the email she'd been typing, and canceled Jones' 1pm in equal parts spite and annoyance. "Idiot," she muttered at the screen, sending a second, terse email to the man that he was now scheduled for precisely 15 minutes with Warren at 3 PM.
"Not you," she said as she looked up. "Hello Madin, I am Illyana. We have met on journals. Please, pull seat into talk range. Meeting is nothing bad. You are hopefully not idiot, unlike Jones."
Madin dropped into one of the easy chairs and gave a weak smile. "Hi." They paused for a moment and continued, "I don't know what Warren's told you but uh. Yeah."
"Enough. He is sorry things went poorly and that you had wrong impression, also that you ran off before getting paid. That is first part." Illyana handed over an envelope. "You will count, sign on invoice that you are receiving five-hundred dollars for confusion and waste of your time. Must sign to keep because audit reasons. Do not understand that bit yet, but must say it. Second, are you interested in position similar to mine?"
"I'd like to point out that it was a totally reasonable impression. I mean, sort of." Madin opened the envelope and counted the cash twice before signing. "Good of him to pay me." The second part, about an actual job was something Madin didn't respond to.
Illyana shrugged. "Warren will ask direct if he would like the sex. Am told he is not shy." She gave Madin a brief once-over. "Do not think he normally has to pay. Congrats on being reason for "Thank you for not doing the sex" line item."
"Um." In the end, Madin settled for the safest answer. "Thanks, I guess."
"You are welcome. Can do better, he is old and smells like man trying too hard after gym. Job. Yes, no? Will think on it? Am doing both until position is filled. Do not want to be doing both forever. Not enough hours in day. Welcome to do interview, think on it, say thank you but no if too much."
Madin tucked the money away before answering, just in case Illyana tried anything. "Are you fucking kidding? I don't know how to that. I'm not qualified. I'm. Fucking hell." They shook their head. "The job I've ever done with like taxes and shit is sex work and that's not even legal in this country! Oh my god."
Illyana shrugged. "I have GED, not experience. If you are not idiot, you can learn job." She pulled out her own contract, flipped to the page of responsibilities. "This is what I do. You would do similar, but for charity side. Can always learn new thing, did not take you for stupid."
Madin glanced at the page and handed it back. "I don't know how to do any of that," they said flatly. "I don't think the job is for me."
"That is fine. Will tell Warren to keep looking." Illyana put her things to the side and stood. "Thank you for time." Her phone chimed, and she scowled. "Must get clothes now, put fear of existing into idiot Jones. Next time, maybe we chat about not work?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Jones is the woman I've seen wandering around in Xaviers' gear and a leather jacket?"
"Who?" She hadn't been paying much attention to the newcomers. "No. Jones is idiot man that works for Warren, needs ass wiped like baby. Supposedly good at job, but whiny, always barging in like he is boss instead."
Illyana flashed Madin a sharp smile. "Treats me like moron. I am taking much pleasure denying him access." She snapped her fingers at a thought. "Meant to ask. What size shoe in women's size. Warren made comment about wobbly heels, I will fix."
"Nine," Madin replied with a small laugh.
She nodded. "Thank you. Have good day, Madin."
Illyana had holed herself up in one of the smaller lounges on the days she worked from home and wasn't in front of the portal, and that's where she'd asked Madin to meet her. It was a neutral space, she was comfortable in the slubby jumpsuit she'd gotten, and she had a blanket too, with a little lap desk for her work laptop and another small table pulled close to set her phones on.
Importantly, Warren wasn't there. He wasn't as bad as she'd thought, but his tendency to stick his foot in it was on the same level as her ability to have Pyotr thinking the very worst of her from the word go. Hence her meeting with Madin. "You may come in, I do not bite without provocation or permission," she said as she caught a fleeting glimpse of purple. "I am told doing otherwise is bad form." She clicked send on the email she'd been typing, and canceled Jones' 1pm in equal parts spite and annoyance. "Idiot," she muttered at the screen, sending a second, terse email to the man that he was now scheduled for precisely 15 minutes with Warren at 3 PM.
"Not you," she said as she looked up. "Hello Madin, I am Illyana. We have met on journals. Please, pull seat into talk range. Meeting is nothing bad. You are hopefully not idiot, unlike Jones."
Madin dropped into one of the easy chairs and gave a weak smile. "Hi." They paused for a moment and continued, "I don't know what Warren's told you but uh. Yeah."
"Enough. He is sorry things went poorly and that you had wrong impression, also that you ran off before getting paid. That is first part." Illyana handed over an envelope. "You will count, sign on invoice that you are receiving five-hundred dollars for confusion and waste of your time. Must sign to keep because audit reasons. Do not understand that bit yet, but must say it. Second, are you interested in position similar to mine?"
"I'd like to point out that it was a totally reasonable impression. I mean, sort of." Madin opened the envelope and counted the cash twice before signing. "Good of him to pay me." The second part, about an actual job was something Madin didn't respond to.
Illyana shrugged. "Warren will ask direct if he would like the sex. Am told he is not shy." She gave Madin a brief once-over. "Do not think he normally has to pay. Congrats on being reason for "Thank you for not doing the sex" line item."
"Um." In the end, Madin settled for the safest answer. "Thanks, I guess."
"You are welcome. Can do better, he is old and smells like man trying too hard after gym. Job. Yes, no? Will think on it? Am doing both until position is filled. Do not want to be doing both forever. Not enough hours in day. Welcome to do interview, think on it, say thank you but no if too much."
Madin tucked the money away before answering, just in case Illyana tried anything. "Are you fucking kidding? I don't know how to that. I'm not qualified. I'm. Fucking hell." They shook their head. "The job I've ever done with like taxes and shit is sex work and that's not even legal in this country! Oh my god."
Illyana shrugged. "I have GED, not experience. If you are not idiot, you can learn job." She pulled out her own contract, flipped to the page of responsibilities. "This is what I do. You would do similar, but for charity side. Can always learn new thing, did not take you for stupid."
Madin glanced at the page and handed it back. "I don't know how to do any of that," they said flatly. "I don't think the job is for me."
"That is fine. Will tell Warren to keep looking." Illyana put her things to the side and stood. "Thank you for time." Her phone chimed, and she scowled. "Must get clothes now, put fear of existing into idiot Jones. Next time, maybe we chat about not work?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Jones is the woman I've seen wandering around in Xaviers' gear and a leather jacket?"
"Who?" She hadn't been paying much attention to the newcomers. "No. Jones is idiot man that works for Warren, needs ass wiped like baby. Supposedly good at job, but whiny, always barging in like he is boss instead."
Illyana flashed Madin a sharp smile. "Treats me like moron. I am taking much pleasure denying him access." She snapped her fingers at a thought. "Meant to ask. What size shoe in women's size. Warren made comment about wobbly heels, I will fix."
"Nine," Madin replied with a small laugh.
She nodded. "Thank you. Have good day, Madin."
