::Carys thanks the receptionist and follows her directions to 'his' office::

(Well, here goes nothing.)

::She knocks softly on the door and walks in, a small smile on her face::

(Please let him be hot, please let him be hot, please let him be hot...)

::Jason looks up from the paperwork on his desk and raises his eyebrows.::

"Um, hi. Did you have an appointment?"

(Mmm...nice.)

"Um...not exactly. I phoned earlier and your receptionist said that if I came down straight away, you'd be able to interview me quickly. My name's Carys, by the way."

::Carys sits down on a chair opposite Jason, and wipes her hand on her skirt::

(Sweaty, talkative man...just my type.)

"No drink for me, thanks. Yeah, I've always been interested in journalism, so when I found out about the job, I looked into it immediately."

"Excellent, excellent, that's what I like to hear. My, I'm sure people have said it before, but you really do bear a striking resemblence to Dido, that Brit singer woman. She's pretty cool, she looks good. You look good. I like my staff to look good."

::He fumbles about with some papers.::

"Okay, the job itself is weekly reporting. Each week you would draft up a report of what has happened of significance in the World, like this week you'd write about Lirie and Patience getting trapped in their house, Luke losing his senses, Piper becoming a child, the thought-hearing spell, yadda yadda, and the point is so that if any of the players leave for a day or two, it's not too hard for them to catch up as they can read your reports. Now here at the Bay Mirror, I encourage opinion columns. I want good, informative reporting, but you could feel free to throw in a few quips, witty one-liners, your thoughts and views et cetera, anything you want, it's your column, your words."

::He leans back and pauses.::

"What're your thoughts so far?"

"Well, I think that sounds great. A good challenge, anyway."

(Me? Witty one-liners? I wish.)

"You said you wanted opinions, but what kind of style are you looking for? I take it you want it to be chatty, or would have to be factual? And what kind of pay would I be looking at?"

"A little of both, my dear Carys, which I might add is a great name. You make sure you record all the facts, see now you'd have to add all this business about the Wiccan kidnapping Paz, seemingly, and Luke's new 'friends', so it really is a hefty job you'd be undertaking. However, you could also add snarky thoughts on the events, like, last thing we need is even more Lenins and Lysanders et cetera... are you following me here?

As for payment, since you're non-magical (not that I know about that world) I can't give you powers or anything, and we don't operate with money here in ACW, but I can assure you receive star-treatment, become a household name, and get free clothes, stuff like that, as well as a couple of great storyline thrown at you."

::Carys grins slightly at Jason's compliment and winks at him::

"All of that sounds fantastic. I really think this could be the start of something special. If, of course, you're going to take me on?"

::She sits forward in her chair, looking Jason straight in the eyes::

"I'd be so grateful."

::Jason is caught a little off guard by the direct eye contact, and stares back, mesmerised. He soon regains his senses, gives himself a little shake, and stands up.::

"Welcome aboard, Carys. I'm looking forward to seeing your first article. Pick a day you want to publish on, and try to stick with it. Then we'll print your work every week on that day. It could be a Friday, Sunday, whatever you want, just get in touch with KT for the technicalities of posting it and all, she'll tell you what to do."

::He shakes her hand once again and grins.::

"Of course, if you need anything else, I'm right here for you..."

::Carys stands up and keeps hold of Jason's hand feeling her palm tingle::

(Mmm...)

"Lucky me."

::She grins back up at Jason and releases his hand::

"It was great meeting, you, boss."

::Carys shoots Jason a quick look from under her eyelashes, and turns on her heels, leaving the Bay Mirror and heading back to her apartment::

::Jason couldn't help but staring at Carys' ass as she walked out. Once the door is shut, he sits down and sighs.::

"Ah. They're everywhere!"

(Yet I can't get this one off my mind...)

::He sets back to work.::

::Carys approaches the offices, but stops suddenly, realising she had Lirie's coat wrapped around her still::

(Oops. I should go back, shouldn't I? Go and give her coat back; I'd want my coat back if someone walked off with it...)

::She turns on her heel and walks back the way she came, towards the beach::

::Luke walks over to the office, glancing over to see another door briefly that said "Phoebe Halliwell". He sits down, waiting for whoever.::

(Phoebe works here? Hmm.)

::Jason enters and shakes Luke's hand, smiling warmly as he does so.::

"So, you're interested in working for us here at The Bay Mirror?"

::He takes a seat in his chair, reclining slightly and intertwining his fingers.::

"You could start by telling me about you, as I have no idea what your name is..."

"Yes, I am."

::He sits down, across from Jason after the handshake.::

"My name's Lucas Morgenstern. What's your name...?"

::Seeing the obvious name stand/paperweight thingy, he chuckles lightly.::

"...Mr. Dean. Nevermind. Anyway, I noticed the sign out front and I figured that perhaps I could get a job here. There's a time in a person's life when they need to stop using their trust fund and actually, you know, work. With this position, what exactly would you expect of me if I am I offered it?"

::Jason nods and smiles.::

"Well, Mr. Morgenstern, the possition we're advertising for would be that of a news reporter. The brief would be to write a weekly report on the events in the World. One where you record any occurences, large or small. It's kind of like a summary of the week so far..."

::As he speaks, he gestures with his hand, also following his own internal dialogue.::

(Ok, Carys was hot. But she hasn't done her job once. Never written a thing. I'll have to get in contact with her and let her go. Shame. I wonder what it'd be like to date someone in the office? Uncomfortable. Yeah. As if i'd ever do that!)

"I think I can manage that...no. I can manage that. I have a way of getting the information at four times the speed. What exactly is the salary, not that I'm doing this solely for money or anything?"

::He takes a piece of paper from infront of him and pulls a pen from the stationery holder next to him. He scribbles the amount on the paper and slides it toward Luke so he can read it.::

"It's a decent enough wage, a writer to do jobs like this will be valued so much by our selves, as well as the citizens of The World."

::He looks to the wage inscribed on the sheet of paper, grinning. Luke looks up to Jason.::

"Hmm. All right. Not bad. Does this mean that I have the job, Mr. Dean?"

"Well, i'd like to take you on for a trial period, so I can see your skills. Then we'll see from there. Welcome to The Bay Mirror."

::He stands up and extends a hand to shake.::

::He stands up, completing his part of the handshake.::

"Thank you very much. It's been a pleasure meeting with you and believe me, you will not be disappointed."

::Luke pulls a pen and writes down his address and phone number so that Jason could contact him should he need anything done urgently at the Bay Mirror.::

"Is there anything quick you need me to do before I leave? Or do you need me to start immediately?"

"No, no. Just take your time to complete a sample article and send it to myself via PM so I can check it over and the like. You don't even have to come into the office if you want, youc an work from home."

::He scans the paper as he takes it from Luke, placing it in his pocket.::

"All right. Thank you, Mr. Dean."

::He walks to the door, waving to Jason and leaves his office, then the Bay Mirror returning home.::

::Trix knocks on the door.::

"Come in."

::Jason says, sipping a coffee at his desk.::

::Trix enters, slightly tentatively. She strolls confidently towards the desk and holds out her hand.::

"Mr Dean. My name is Beatrix Rivers. How do you do?"

"I'm very well, thank you."

::Jason stands to take Trix's hand and grasps it warmly.::

"Jason Dean. What can I do for you?"

"I'm after a job. You don't happen to be in need of an artist/photographer, do you?"

"Could do, I suppose... are you any good?"

(Love asking that question.)

"May I have a seat?"

::Has one.::

"Yes, I am."

"Sorry, should've asked. You know, actually, that sounds like a good feature. 'The week in pictures'. Could get some really powerful images, the readers will love it..."

::Gets all excited like the weirdo he is.::

"Okay, you're on, Beatrix. How does 'the week in pictures' sound?"

::Trix smiles.::

"It sounds great."

"Excellent. Here's what you do. When you're finished getting the pictures, PM them to Bay Mirror to get them published in your column. This could be great! An excellent companion to Luke's Ledger."

::He pauses.::

"Oh, and your wage of course..."

::He scrawls an amount on some paper. It's generous. He shows her.::

"That will do very nicely, thank you."

::She stands up.::

"You can expect the first instalment soon. Is that all?"

"That's all."

::He also stands up, and shakes her hand again.::

"I'm looking forward to the first installment."

"Thanks. Bye then."

::Leaves.::

"She was hot."

::Phoebe knocks and enters. She gives Jason a timid sort of I'm-going-to-ask-for-a-raise smile.::

"Hey..."

::Jason glances up and gives Phoebe a frown.::

"Take a seat, Phoebe."

(Something's wrong.)

::Phoebe smiles briefly and does just that. She plays with her fingers for a while and then laughs nervously.::

"Wow, I've never had to do this before..."