[b]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Conference Room[/b]
And so the group waited. While it wasn't a particularly long time it was a painfully awkward affair, with very few being willing to say anything. Was it nerves?

It wasn't the security guard's place to judge. Instead, he discreetly put his hand to his ear as his communicator buzzed to life. With a brief murmur in response he unlocked the door again with a subdued -click-, before pulling and holding the door open. The group could hear the sound of heels clicking briskly against the marble floor outside.

And finally, their interviewer had arrived.

"Lady Vasco," he bowed.

"Ah, you're ever so good to me, Peter. So, is this our group?"

A beautiful woman stepped through the threshold, regarding each of them carefully. She was slightly tall and slender, exaggerated somewhat by her rediculously tall heels. Her dress was a tapering affair, short at the front exposing most of her long legs, while it trailed along the floor at it's longest point at the back. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, her glossed lips pouting slightly.

"Well, this is certainly a mixed bag." She made no effort to hide her words, her light, pleasant voice taking on a slightly harsh edge. She then seemed to catch herself and gave a deep bow. "My deepest apologies for keeping you waiting, you took us all by suprise. My name is Iliana Vasco. You may call me Miss Vasco, or Lady Vasco."

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She stepped forward until she was at the end of the table, allowing the guard to close and lock the door once more. While some of this group were smiling effortlessly, some of them looked a little more strained. She laughed a little, her laugh higher-pitched and musical. "Now, there is no need to look so nervous. You've all been to an interview before, yes? Although I must say I'm curious as to where you all heard we were hiring. We only publicly announced as such this [i]morning...[/i]" she trailed off, although she looked expectantly towards the group for an answer.

She started to walk around the table, her fingers trailing across the backs of their seats as she went. Her fingernails were a bit short compared to how she otherwise presented herself, although they were immaculately painted none-the-less. Her eyes flicked from one to the other - from the gorgeous curvacious jet-haired woman, to the beautiful blonde with the delicate features, to the other beautiful blonde, the slender dark haired girl and the dark blue, curly haired woman... 

Right down to the final blonde and dark haired girl. There was something slightly off about the former - although thanks to Selan's remarkable work she couldn't really place what it was right now. And the latter...

"You're rather plain," Iliana once more made no effort to lower her voice, coming to a stop by Xan and pulling her face towards her. Her gaze seemed to almost pierce through the metallurgist. "Very good facial structure though. We can work with that."

She released her grip and continued to walk, before coming to a stop by the chair at the end of the table. She sat down, swinging her legs rather theatrically across one another.

"As we don't have an appointment, let's keep things short. You all know what this job involves, yes? Our customers must be kept happy at all times, and it will be your jobs to ensure that happens. You must cater to their every whim, no matter how great or small. You will be the faces of The Grande Diamond, if you will. But of course you know this, you wouldn't be here otherwise, would you?" She laid out a sheet of paper in front of her, and readied a pen. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on the group. "So the basics for now. One at a time, I want you to walk the length of this room. As you do so I want your names, ages, and why you are applying for the job. Understand?"