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[CrimsonMoon]

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His marriage had been an unhappy one... Why? Because Dante's wife had been chosen for him, and as soon as he was married, she had spent almost every penny he had inherited from his father.. Thats why, for the first time ever, he was going to a job interview. His filthy rich parents had never even LET him get a job... And it wasnt exactly as if he could file a divorce, HER rich parents would just get the best lawyers so he'd have to live in a cardboard box for the next twenty years.

Dante Tennyson came from a very powerful and old english family that dated back to the times of dragons and knights. But now.. As the last of this family.. He was expected to pass on his 'blood'... What a joke when this 'wife' of his kicked him out of his own house so he had to live in the old gardeners shack.. He was a fragile young man, but when he needed to, he could put on a rock hard facade... But that didnt mean his heart was hard. His parents used to gently tease his that he had 'the backbone of a chocolate éclair'.. Wow. Thats how you could tell they were literally filthy rich.

But now, this young man gazed out of the taxi window as it weaved through the traffic of New York... He had used much of his carefully hidden money to buy a plane ticket and fly to this city... Hoping... Hoping... But for tonight, he'd probably have to sleep on a park bench.

Dante's blue/grey eyes shone faintly as the lights from the sleepless city blurred past, his soft platinum blonde hair was ruffle but in a cute way. He hugged his 'Yale' sweatshirt tighter around his slender body... This interview was his last chance..

-mini time skip!!-

As he sat in the waiting room of the large office building, , staring down at his torn tennis shoes and twiddling his thumbs... He could understand why some of the english decided to break away from Britain... Britania had been like a nagging wife... Dante bows his head and closes his eyes, waiting for his name to be called

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

A young woman stood beside the hall entrance, looking nervous. Every interviewee had run from the building with tears streaming down their faces, and she knew it was because of her employer. She just hoped they would find someone who could put up with his rough behavior. It wasn't that he was a bad man; she actually found him rather attractive, in a pretty sort of way. He was dedicated to his position, though, and often times wouldn't give those who worked for him the time of day for a simple praising smile.

When the young man had approached, she turned and started toward the two large office doors with quick, small steps, practically bouncing in her black stilettos.

"I certainly hope you brought your file." Her whisper of a voice spoke beside him, and she looked up at him with gentle concern.

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Dante blinks and shoulders the ragged back pack on his shoulder,"... This basically has every document i would need if i wanted to get a green card," he mumbles, shying away a bit... His 'wife' wore shoes like that...

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Good, good. Just remember: Sit up straight, don't speak unless directly spoken to, and try not to make a fool of yourself. Alright sweetie?" She stopped in front of the doors and turned toward him, giving him a caring smile. She reached up and fixed his hair a bit before nodding. "Ready?"

She placed her hand on the silver handle, waiting for his signal before pushing the doors open. And waiting behind a red cherry wood desk was a possible god. He wasn't strong looking, and wasn't muscular, but he still held a high priority air. His skin was pale compared to other Koreans, but it was flawless, his hair was short and styled neatly, his clothes- a black suit with a pale blue dress shirt with the top two buttons undone- were pressed nicely, and the business-like pout on minimally plump pink lips looked so tempting to kiss away... if it wasn't for the fact that it was aimed right at the computer screen, where Dante's name shone bright.

"This is the last, sir." Her quiet voice rang in the uncomfortably silent office, and it was then that she looked more like a nervous child than a beauty queen.

"Thank you, Yuri."

She nodded and gave the interviewee one final reassuring look before walking back to the doors. Turning to close them, she lifted her hand, clenched into a fist, and shook it gently with a smile on her face, whispering 'hwaiting!', which was a sign to stay strong and carry on in modern Korean culture.

[CrimsonMoon]

Dante stared only for a second longer then would be normal but tore his gaze away, offering the woman a small smile of thanks before turning back to 'God' and smiling faintly though inside he was already trying to steel his heart

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He extended his hand, palm turned upward and waiting for the file to be placed in it. He never once tore his gaze from what he was doing.

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Dante started with suprise at his bluntness but quickly unzipped his backpack, pulling free the file and placing it gently in his (hopefully) first boss' hand

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He took it and set it on the clean, bare desk, opening it and looking it over. He hummed occasionally, maintained eyebrows furrowing. After a few moments, he nodded and clasped his hands on the edge of the wood, turning his gaze up to the man. Dark orbs watched him silently before he spoke, expression cold and closed off.

"Have you worked with this sort of company before?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Dante forces himself to gaze back into his eyes, his gaze steady and clear," No sir," he murmurs quietly," i've never had a job before." Being honest was better then lying... Even if it COULD be his downfall

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He sat back, raising his chin a bit and watching him. "Ever?"

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" No sir," Dante answers, keeping the weariness from his voice. This was going down hill.. Fast. And he hadn't even been here for more then five minutes.

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He shifted in his chair a bit, clasped hands resting on his lap. "So tell me, Mr. Tennyson. What made you think coming here was a good idea?"

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" I..." He pauses, still locking his gaze with this man before him," I am honestly looking for a way to regain money from my-" Dante's lips seemed to thin and he hisses between clenched teeth,"-'wife'. She spent all of my family's money and now... I wish to escape to my family can atleast regain a fraction of what she took..."

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He raised a manicured eyebrow, expression never once changing from that cold, stony look before. "Do you know what it means to work a ten hour job every day, Mr. Tennyson? It isn't a walk in the park, and I expect employees to be dedicated and willing to come in every day. You receive one chance with our company."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Sir," Dante starts," the only way i'll be able to find out if i can handle this kind of work is if i actually experience it." He tilts his head, never once losing eye contact

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

His eyes seemed to become warmly seductive, though it could just be the amused look in his eye. "7 AM. Don't be late."

He pressed a buzzer on his desk and the woman from before came bouncing in. She looked at her boss.

"Make sure Mr. Tennyson has everything he needs for the upcoming days. I don't want to see this," he looked at the young man's wardrobe, "in my office again."

"Yes, sir." She nodded and took Dante's arm gently, leading him to the office exit. She smiled gently at him. "Good job, you." She whispered.

[CrimsonMoon]

Dante blinks in suprise and feels a little fait with relief,"... Y-yeah..." He manages, glancing back at his new boss(THANK GOD) and stammering," Thank you, sir..." Before the door closes behind them

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

She led him back to the waiting room with a smile on her face. "Is there a time that works for you? In order to go shopping?"

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He blinks at her," Any time... I just... Jet lag," he murmurs, finaly having to break his facade

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

She nodded. "Well, we'll have to go today... Since you start work tomorrow."