Oliver Burton

The woman seemed to move with a confidence, even if it was contrived from a place of how one should act for an interview. It was quite impressive from someone her age, he had seen some grown men lack that spirit. The words 'thank you' left her lips as he watched her with that serious hawk-like gaze which made even the most arrogant businessmen cower. He nodded his head in acknowledgement and she she nestles upon that seat across from him, sitting maintaining that confident posture. She seemed a little tense, too controlled, but then again that was to be expected and Oliver wasn't exactly the most warm and fuzzy person. He was harsh, strong, and perhaps even callus. The man exudes power right from his head to his very toes, perhaps he had been given that attribute from being born a predator. Just as that power surged through him, he seemed equally as unreadable and his gaze betrayed nothing gentle. Everything about his screamed mercurial, and intense, his nutmeg hued eyes possessed shone with pride and strength of the polar bear that dwelled just beneath that surface. That office felt like sharing a cage with an actual polar bear, certainly she had felt something.

He hated interviews with a passion, he found them entirely blasé and contrived. It was always the same questions and the same old blundering one dimensional rehearsed words. It was all so phony and fake. He wanted to cut through that exterior and find out who a person was. It all came down if he could trust someone with a task. Were they a hard worker who would earn their keep? Or were they a waste of space who produced the bare minimum. There was no room for people who could not do their job and he had no problem in kicking them to a curb. Something unreadable and distant stirred within the woman's eyes as he asked that question, but she seemed to possess a good enough poker face. She seemed to take in that question, growing quiet before answering. Oliver waited patiently, his expression stoic, his dark eyes unwavering from the dark-haired woman across from him.

He responds without much thought after she spoke those words. "Of course, but the real question, Miss Murphy, do you?" If only looked at his intense stare for too long they would learn very quickly of a predator that peered out of them. He could smell a lie upon her lips, he was so very astute to it. She seemed to smile, her demeanor light and happy like a daisy in the middle of a hilly field. She continued onwards and he listened, leaning back into his chair in that nonchalant way. Even, comfortable Oliver filled a room, his presence was domineering and powerful as the two thousand plus pound bear he could shift into. He was every ounce the king of this company and he exudes it in every way. She talks about writing papers and looking for practical experience. "Stand out and this job will teach you what one can only gain from experience and more.. But it won't be easy work and there are days where you may wish you quit." He paused as if looking for a hint of regret, any flicker of emotion before asking. "Knowing this, does this still interest you?" He wanted to pick through the weak-willed and choose only the ones with the most potential. The people who weren't worth training could fall through the cracks. He didn't like wasting his time. Although, utilizing his valuable time interviewing interns was certainly a waste of his time. What she would learn in a classroom would certainly not do her any good out in the field. That brought him to his following question. "What part of this field interests you most?" He wondered where he would best place for her should he hire her.

What he hadn't expected was for her to get entirely honest, he did not scent a hint of a lie within her. She expressed her passion for the building process and even acknowledges those challenges. But did she really know that those challenges could put the whole project in jeopardy? It could injure the staff, pollute the waters, cause harm to the public and the smallest of mistakes to impact the environment in a negative way. There was a lot of risk with the building process and so many measures that had needed meticulous attention to details.

"Have you ever been a part of building something? It could be anything like witness a house being built, a barn, a building." He asks with an uncanny directness.

She exclaims that Burton Intentional possessed something eternal. Now she garnered his attention. Maybe she played upon the businessman's ego or perhaps she truly believed those words. "I wouldn't call that strange. Tell me, what does that mean? I want to hear more." He leaned forward listening intently, perhaps even curious of what she had to say. His hands sat clasped before him.

"I am going to ask you something honestly, Miss Murphy.. What do you feel of the interview process?" His eyes betray no emotion, his expression hiding what his lurking thoughts. He loathed it for all it was. He let his dark eyes fall upon the witch before him, studying her carefully. He never truly got to know a person when they only put out the best versions of themselves on display. "Tell me, do you have somewhere to be?" So very cryptic, as always but an idea had struck and he was quite sure she would appreciate it more than spending another moment in this stuffy office. Sometimes seeing things first hand would be more revealing than anything you could learn from mere words alone.