Winter season was coming up, and she had no doubt that Rhy'Din would be like any other place that she lived. Winter time was hard on a lumberjack and carpenter. If she wanted to live comfortably, she'd have to pick up a job for the winter. There was no question and something that she'd done nearly every year. Open to a more permanent career, Lumberjack and Carpentry was her go-to since it was one thing she knew best as well as knew how to do well.
It was through the grape vine of her many contacts that she had heard of a position. It had been a joke at first, a mention to the Texan of a Californian model looking for a bodyguard. But Andy had genuinely considered it. It wasn't as if she didn't know how to do the job, and do it well. She'd failed her last "bodyguard" job, but she couldn't imagine the model had an Arch-demon on her tail waiting to take her down. She assumed it would be a piece of cake to manage.
Finding the advertisement, she'd written down the number and waited until that afternoon to make the call. When she was taking a break from her chopping wood, nestled on a stump, the device was brought to her ear.
A strong Texan twang rang out from Andy's side, "Hello, Roberta Wick. M'name's Andrea Baxter, I heard about your inquisition of a bodyguard position openin' up and I'd like to say I'm very interested." The conversation went on, and a time had been set to meet up.
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The next day at 11 pm, the redneck pulled up in her modern lifted Chevy. The truck rumbled along and pulled to a stop outside of the address given during the phone call the day before. The Texan took a lean in her seat, sweeping her fingers through fine blonde hair pulled back and out of her face, smoothing down the stray strands. Her hands smoothed over the white button up shirt, making sure there wasn't any wrinkles. She'd put aside the sap-smeared clothes and work boots for a brand new interview outfit. The blues brothers shades she'd been wearing while driving were pulled off and tucked into the collar of her shirt.
It had been some time since she'd been to an interview, taking a cleansing breath to sway her nervousness to subside. After a moment of collecting herself, she pushed the heavy door of the truck open and hopped down from it. To the front door she went, ringing the buzzer and was greeted by Roberta Wick, of which she received a friendly and dimpled smile from the Texan. "Howdy, Ma'am. I'm Andrea, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please, just call me Andy, though." She was a Southern country girl through and through, right down to hospitality and a friendly smile. An extension of her hand, she went for a shake. Quick and professional.
Being lead up the steps to the studio, she made small talk with Roberta instead of dwelling in an awkward silence. She asked some questions about California, how they like Rhy'Din vs. Cali, etc.
When it was time to meet Ramona, she was given the same bright and dimpled smile that Roberta had received. Friendly and welcoming. Without hesitation, the Texan had taken the initiative to introduce herself. "Howdy, Mrs. Wick. I'm Andrea, you can call me Andy though." When instructed to take a seat on the white couch, she did and sat with nearly perfect posture. She was pleased with them getting straight down business, as she wasn't one to care much for drawn out interviews, she declined the offer of a beverage. "No need to trouble yourselves with that. Though I do appreciate your offer."
Her responses to each question were short and straight to the point:
"I grew up in Texas, ma'am. Though we do like our drink, I won't deny that and I'm known to have a drink now and then in my spare time, I don't care much for getting sloppy drunk anymore. I've been a lumberjack since I was 8, startin' off by cutting firewood for neighbors and my parents. By the time I was 13, I was going to work with my ol' man as a carpenter. I'm not shy of hard work, Ms. Wick and I can guarantee my very best. I do have some experience in being a bodyguard, for about 12 years." Growing up in Texas, she also wasn't shy of the stern and assertive. "Frankly, I'd be disappointed if you didn't expect me to give my best."
"I'm a socialite, I always have been. I was always easy to make friends, wasn't shy about introducing myself and like to think I'm very good in social situations, ma'am."
When it came to be her time to ask questions, she just shook her head and rested her elbows on her knees where she sat. She looked between the two, and considering the Texan's past, she was used to not questioning. "No, Ms. Wick. I don't have any questions, all you need to do is give me instruction and I'll see to it that what?s told is executed with everything I've got."
Any other questions given to her, she answered without hitch. It was clear that she wasn't the brightest bulb, but she was definitely a hard worker and a good listener. She was friendly, smiling through the majority of the interview and was polite as any would expect from a Southern woman. Even if she seemed far more masculine than a 'Georgia Peach'.
