[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc9900]Aidan[/color] & [color=mediumpurple]Gerald[/color][/h1][h2][i]The Accountant Interviewing Squad[/i][/h2]
[img]https://s3.postimg.io/r9dl56xs3/aidan_and_gerald.gif[/img][hr]Location: Aidan's Office[/center][hr][hr]After the horrible fiasco of a meeting, Aidan wanted nothing more than to sit down in his desk, and have himself a drink. The antics of his employees had a way of getting to him. Rose was nowhere to be seen, Foster had quit in a drunken rage the night before, and Temperance had already bailed on them. Not even a minute after the meeting had ended, she came into the office, a mess of tears. Someone in her extended family had died, and she was leaving at once for Nebraska, uncertain if she'd ever returned. 

They hadn't even finished processing her paperwork. It'd been her first day. She'd worked for perhaps an hour at most. Sighing a bit, Aidan had already managed to fill the day with accountant interviews, only to find he'd need to hire a new Customer Service Representative as well. The New Castle Branch was known for its high rates of turnover, but....[i]this?![/i] This wasn't something he was prepared for. 

Gerald rarely got a reason to visit the boss's office and especially by one who didn't want you coming in. And it didn't matter if his presence was wanted or not as the reason for him being called in involved the interviews to the open vacancies in the accountant department. He could barely contain himself, though wanted to avoid antagonizing his boss any further than he was just by standing next to him and contented to bouncing on his heels, giddy with excitement.

Having interviews was already an great experienced; doing the interview yourself multiplied the enjoyment of it by multiple folds. To him, it was a chance to meet new people and the best part? getting to choose who would be working alongside you at the office and not even Aidan's foul mood could spoil it.

[color=cc9900]"Ivy Isley is up first,"[/color] Aidan grimaced, irritated at having Gerald right by his side. The boy was far too chipper for his liking. As terrible as it seemed, he anxiously awaited the day that Gerald would come in, crying his eyes out over the death of a loved one. At least he'd then know for certain the boy was human, without resorting to asking him to fill out captchas. [color=cc9900]"Try frowning once in your life. The smiles are creepy,"[/color] Aidan advised, motioning for his new receptionist -- what even was her name? -- to send the first candidate in. 

With Mr. Ferguson calling to have the first of possible recruits, though heard his comment towards him that he should try frowning every now and then."[color=mediumpurple]That I can try, but no promises boss.[/color]" A brief twisting wave of his hand as he tried to frown; clearly looking force which only held for a few seconds before the tips of his lips started twitching before flinging into a full on smile.

Aidan rolled his eyes, propping his chin up with his hand. Perhaps he'd spring and use some of his Christmas bonus in order to give the kid plastic surgery. His dimples were driving him insane. However, he instantly put on a void expression as the first candidate for the position, [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/02a00e12e4874a5b6e6cd2f582e81f5c/tumblr_nmatc4wdTT1uri6sao1_500.gif]Ivy Isley[/url], entered the room. Ivy confidently strode inside, taking a seat. Her gaze was fixated on the token plant in the office.

[color=#ccff99]"Your plant needs water,"[/color] Ivy said sharply, as if scolding a parent for letting its child play with knives. [color=#ccff99]"I wasn't aware Dunder Mifflin employed murderers."[/color]

[color=cc9900]"You learn things everyday,"[/color] Aidan grimaced, glancing down at the paperwork they had to fill out for each and every interview. From the information in Ivy's application, she was a botanist from Atlanta, looking for a bit of a change of pace. He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the woman. [color=cc9900]"Why do you want to come work in hell, excuse me, Dunder Mifflin New Castle? What makes you qualified?"[/color]

Ivy's face didn't show any sign of comprehension. She continued to stare at the plant, as if transfixed. [color=ccff99]"You really ought to water that plant."[/color] She glanced over towards Aidan, and grabbed the plant. Frowning at him, Ivy took it with her, sweeping out of the office without another word. 

[color=cc9900]"Jesus fucking christ, Fischer...."[/color] Aidan sighed, before motioning for the next candidate to come inside. He'd let Fischer take the lead on this one, a Ms. Jaina Sarbye. The preliminary background check revealed a brief stay in a mental institution. Delightful.

Fischer, however, held up his mini Elsa figurine, a dopey grin on his face. [color=mediumpurple]"I actually didn't want to say anything until later, but gosh, Mr. Ferguson, I guess I have to tell you now! I got hired for Staples!"[/color] Gerald's dimples practically fell off from the intensity of his grin, and he hugged his boss tightly, before running out. He ran around the Office in a sort of victory parade, leaving a figurine present for each and every person. And then, for the last time, Gerald Fischer left. 

[color=cc9900]"Fuck me!"[/color] Aidan growled. He threw a glance outside of the window, staring at the remaining applicants. They were a group of freaks and crazies, and at this rate, he'd need to hire [i]three of them.[/i] He let out a deep breath, and decided to go for a bit of an unorthodox approach. 

[color=cc9900]"Raise your hand if you have an accounting degree,"[/color] Aidan instructed, watching as only one hand went up. [color=cc9900]"Lovely. Hired as accounting head. The rest of you, come into my office for a group interview."[/color][hr][center][img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fSIVElcKbQE/mqdefault.jpg[/img][/center][hr][color=#ff99ff]"...And [i]that's[/i] why I'm not allowed in every state west of Illinois"[/color] [url=https://s9.postimg.org/9247jeclr/jaina.png]Jaina[/url] finished, kicking her heels together. She beamed at Aidan, who had managed to hit his head against his desk enough that it was bleeding ever so slightly. One of them didn't speak any English, only whining in French. Another was too bloody happy, and seemed to be another Fischer in the making. Another just played Pokémon Go the entire time and screamed about a squirtle. All in all, the thing was a bloody mess. He shook his head at the interviewees, managing to get them to leave his Office.

He let out a heavy sigh, and went into the Office proper. [color=cc9900]"I'm calling corporate,"[/color] Aidan announced briefly. There was no speech, no pomp, and no circumstance. Never before had the New Castle branch lost so many in one day. From a financial standpoint, there wasn't much reason for the branch to continue. They'd have to merge, to be absorbed into another, if employees couldn't be found quickly. 

[color=cc9900]"Try not to bloody panic,"[/color] Aidan advised.