i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

Unlike Alexander's newfound potential hire, work ethic was not particularly high upon the Macedonian conqueror's list of redeemable traits. That wasn't to say the Hunter was lazy in any sense, rather, that cafe hardly enticed him quite in a fashion enough to give that business he'd started his all. In fact, the creation of the Inner Sanctum had been the result of little more than a loss at a rather high stakes poker game, one followed by the assurance that the near ancient Monarch was incapable of being in a customer service orientated industry. He could hardly deny that the notion that the customer was King had a habit of grating on the man's demeanor. That cafe had come to establish a sort of reputation for itself. Though the coffee was nothing shy of utterly decadent and the prices surely justified that rich, strong, or sweet cup of coffee, Alexander freely utilized his right to deny service to anyone. The woman standing before him, however, seemed quite near sickeningly sweet with the warm simper she presented him with and her outstretched hand. She seemed the exact sort of individual that any normal cafe might want behind their counters and yet, Alexander's baristas tended to be a bit more...feisty. Alexis aside.

Even so, Alexander reached out to her, placing his far more calloused hand within her own. "Morning." He muttered easily enough, before leaning back behind that counter, the hunter simply listening as she continued on in her efforts to create a pleasant first impression within the stoic and often disinterested man. For a moment, Alexander was content to simply eye the woman, considering that offer and all that she had informed him of. Teaching someone the ins and outs of that job was hardly ideal and yet, making coffee, he supposed, was relatively easy. If he could convince whole legions of men to murder for him, surely teaching one girl how to brew coffee and handle tender was within his skillset. Still, he had to consider how much he wished to babysit her over the next few weeks, much less if she'd get along with Alexis or Calliel. God, he hated hiring new people. A soft sigh left his lips as his gaze briefly fluttered from her to patrons that lined his cafe. Still, with Dorian's presence within the city and his increasing time away from the cafe, he needed someone to cover those time slots he often did. At the very least, he supposed he could give her a chance, if she worked out it would reduce the number of interviews that he was required to do and if she didn't....well, then she was just another one to add to that pile of rejected applicants.

"Come with me." He commented simply, gesturing the girl around the bar and towards the back hallway. Alexander was entirely aware that the young woman likely hadn't anticipated to receive an interview the moment that she walked it to his cafe with the hopes of a job and yet, that sheer peculiarity was what drew the Dark Hunter to the rather peculiar technique in the first place. In fact, he was quite near known for his tendency to do the unexpected in many aspects of his life - no matter how many centuries had passed. That office he led her into was quite near impeccable in appearance, the room meticulously cleaned, tidy, and almost...ornate. That faux wood of the cafe was replaced here with genuine hardwood. The walls retained their darker color, one wall the same brick color that accented that main room in the coffee house. A large bookshelf took up the wall opposite of it, filled with binders that had each been tediously labeled with years and various expenses. In the middle of the room sat a large mahogany desk, the piece of furniture certainly of a higher quality than most would find within such a small cafe. Alexander gestured to the arm chairs before that desk before the Hunter settled in his own designated seat.

It was only once the young woman was seated that he spoke, "So....Beylani...." His own distinct accent was all too present in that pronunciation of her name. "Tell me about your previous jobs and how they might pertain to this one and....why you want this job." He was well aware that a barista position was hardly glamorous in any sense. This was not any sort of career one stayed at long term. It was a stepping stone to a much larger profession in most individuals lives and yet, it was important to know what her aspirations were so he knew if she was even worth his time short term. After all, there was no point to teaching her if she was merely going to leave in six months to a year.