Realistic or Modern ♡ 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒 ( 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 )

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[div class=circle2][/div] [div class=circle3][/div] [div class=title]CHAPTER ONE[/div] [div class=names]you're hired[/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 600px; height: 400px; margin: auto; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 600px; height: 400px; [/class] [class=circle1] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 50px; height: 300px; width: 300px; border-radius: 100%; background: #777467; opacity: .5; box-shadow: 0px 0px 50px 0px rgba(119,116,103,1); [/class] [class=circle2] position: absolute; right: 0; top: 50px; height: 300px; width: 300px; border-radius: 100%; background: #777467; opacity: .5; box-shadow: 0px 0px 50px 0px rgba(119,116,103,1); [/class] [class=circle3] position: absolute; top: 0; left: 100px; height: 400px; width: 400px; border-radius: 100%; background: url(https://tunnelingonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/handshake.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: bottom center; [/class] [class=title] position: absolute; bottom: 50px; width: 600px; font-family: 'Abril Fatface', sans-serif; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #fafafa; font-weight: 900; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #777467, -1px -1px 0 #777467, -1px 1px 0 #777467, 1px -1px 0 #777467; [/class] [class=names] position: absolute; bottom: 30px; font-size: 15px; font-family: Manrope; color: #fafafa; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; width: 600px; [/class]

 

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[div class=post][div class=text]For weeks now, Ethan had spent his mornings going through interviews, in hopes of hiring a new executive assistant, though most barely even lasted a few minutes before he’d point to the door and demand they leave. Most of the time, they’d be women attempting to get closer to him, and just like today, his last interviewee had tried her best to fool him and his chief attorney, Jeffrey. The redhead had sat there claiming to have worked in the senior sales department of Toys ‘R’ Us and that she had tons of experience with making sure that customers were satisfied, ensuring monthly sales goals were met and provided top quality service, which frankly sounded impressive at first. Until Jeffrey prodded her with questions about the projects she'd worked on with the chief of senior sales and she stuttered on her words only to confess that she put down Toys ‘R’ Us because they had gone bankrupt and closed down, assuming there’d be no way they could call anyone and ask for a reference. She also lied about having a law degree from Yale, and the only thing true was that, after having worked at Starbucks, no one could make a pumpkin spice latte like her. All in all, Ethan was tempted to bill her for wasting his time. As he was scratching her name off the list, a financial executive, Lisa, stepped into his office. ”Sorry to bother you without an appointment, Mr. Loycen,” she spoke, staring at her clipboard before looking upwards. ”But I just finished recalculating the profit and loss reports from The Grand Lily Hotel.” When she paused, the sceptical look on her face, Ethan could only assume that this wasn’t going to be good news. ”And?” He questioned, raising his brow at her. ”It looks like those recent losses can’t be traced to anything particular, and they’re pretty minor. It’s only fifty-five hundred dollars a month.” She walked over and handed over the clipboard with her notes attached. Ethan clenched his jaw. No loss was ‘pretty minor’ in his company, and he always needed to know where every dime was going. ”Is it safe to assume that someone is stealing from me?” He asked her after taking a glance over the notes and confirming the numbers. Lisa shook her head before responding. ”Quite the contrary, sir. The Grand Lily’s managers are certain that the losses have to be due to a guest." She paused as if she had to think, before continuing. "Actually, they say they’re due to a non-guest.” Ethan and Jeffrey exchanged glances, and he knew without a doubt that someone on his staff was lying and stealing from him. He’d thought that by personally ruining the careers of the last few people who dared to steal, that he would never have to worry about this again, but somebody was about to get a harsh reminder about how ruthless he could be. ”Tell them I’ll be coming down so they can kindly explain how a non-guest can steal thousands of dollars from me without ever checking in,” he spoke, his blood boiling. ”Tell them I want everything printed out, and if every single penny isn’t accounted for, I’ll fire them all and make sure they never work in this city again. I’ll fire you as well if I find out you’re covering for them. Is there anything else you need to tell me?” His voice was stern and every word he spoke was nothing but the truth. Lisa stood there, blinking once, then twice before she swallowed, heading towards the door. ”No. That was it, sir.” And then, she was gone. Ethan ran the numbers through his head. Fifty-five hundred a month at one property times twelve months of the year was a little over sixty thousand. If whoever was stealing from him managed to repeat that at four other properties, they’d walk away with over a quarter million. Who the hell would even attempt to do that shit without thinking they’d get caught? After four hours of walking through legal ramifications of his latest deals, Jeffrey finally left Ethan’s office. Still restless and needing to fill his time with work, he asked Lisa to email the final Grand Lily numbers so that he could see them for himself. The moment he finished recalculating the deficit, he knew something wasn’t adding up. The losses all took place on the same three days of the week, and for whatever reason, they all took place in the morning. Ethan picked up the schedule for the cash pick-ups and saw that they all corresponded to those dates. Seething, he asked Human Resources to prepare pink slips for the eight managers and told Jeffrey to have the legal team prepare for a lawsuit. He picked up his phone and called the hotel directly until finally, somebody picked up. ”This is Ethan Loycen, your owner. I’ll be there to fire whoever’s been stealing from me tomorrow.”

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ETHAN LOYCEN.​

LOCATION. his office. MOOD. "what idiot..." ATTIRE. the usual. INTERACTIONS. jeffrey + lisa.​

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From the moment she stepped into Entice International's towering office building, she had felt out of place: wearing clothes that she couldn't afford, heels too precarious for her, maybe even too much makeup. Anya had almost never been in such a huge building, but even so, it felt like the walls were closing in on her and crushing her to bits. Even right after she'd woken up, her stomach had been roiling with anxiety and nerves, her mind screaming SOS despite her calming efforts. She knew how much was riding on this little interview, and her research had only made her even more nervous. The big boss, a man named Ethan Locyen, was known for his horribly cold demeanor, and apparently he had a penchant for interviewing all new interns and assistants personally.

But, if Anya had learned anything from endless interviews and late nights spent looking for jobs, it was that she'd have to fake it until she made it. Her nerves didn't matter, what she put forward did. She'd had so many interviews prior that she had a routine set for whenever she did. She'd wake up early, eat a small breakfast (the nerves weren't friendly), and spend hours upon hours fretting about her outfit and looks, but most importantly, her credentials.

The hours she'd spent asking herself questions hadn't prepared her for the inescapable rush of choking adrenaline she felt as she stepped up to the desk of Entice International. For a few awkward moments, all she could do was stand silently before she cleared her throat and spoke up to the assistant. "Uh, I'm Anya Lochridge, I have an appointment for an interview in twenty minutes?" Immediately, she cursed herself for the tinny tone in her voice. If she really was going to put forward a strong front, she didn't have a good start, and she'd need to shape up soon. She'd taken the precaution of coming by early, hoping to earn some extra points if not simply avoiding the disgrace of being late.

The assistant nodded dully and typed away at her keyboard, Anya only looking down with a silent gulp. She ran through her memorized answers as quickly as she could; more or less, everyone asked the same thing, and Anya had unknowingly memorized it all down to the smallest detail from all the interviews she'd done in just a few months. Just a few moments later, she looked up and cleared her throat. "You're going to be on the top floor, office at the end of the hall. You'll know it when you see it." Anya nodded, murmuring a small thank you and rushing off to cram into the elevator before it closed.

There were only a few other people in there, and despite being dressed the part, she felt awfully out of place. She'd bought the blazer she wore with the last of her spare change, just throwing on an old blouse and pair of pants with it. When her parents had heard of her situation, they'd immediately offered to send her money, but Anya had refused. She had a degree, and there were plenty of job opportunities, so she refused to give up so easily.

One by one, the other people filed out of the elevator silently, leaving Anya alone as it ascended to the top floor. As she waited for it to finish its rise, seconds flowed into minutes, time melting into molasses as she tapped her leg nervously. When the elevator stuttered to a stop and the bell rang its shrill chirp, Anya's heart leaped in her chest. She stepped out, light flowing down in shafts from countless windows lining the walls. Her gaze immediately jumped to the end of the hall, a tall door standing there marked with only a name: Ethan Loycen. Her whole body screamed for her to turn around and leave, but Anya knew that her last hope was sitting right behind that door.

Each step she took towards it felt like one to her doom, but she kept going. The door was open just a crack as she reached it, and hesitantly, she put her hand on the doorknob, clearing her throat before calling out to whoever was in the office. "Mr. Locyen? It's Anya Lochridge, your interview appointment." [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=back] height: 520px; width: 900px; margin: auto; cursor: url('http://i.imgur.com/ZOrzC.png'), auto !important; [/class] [class=bkg] height: 520px; width: 450px; background: #f5f5f5; position: relative; left: 225px; transition: all 1s; [/class] [class=bkg2] height: 520px; width: 450px; background: #f5f5f5; position: relative; left: 450px; top: -520px; opacity: 0; transition: all 1s; transition-delay: 0.5s; [/class] [class=header] height: max-content; width: max-content; color: var(--accent); font-weight: 600; margin: auto; text-align: center; position: relative; top: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Josefin Sans; line-height: 26px; font-size: 28px; [/class] [class=line] height: 2px; width: 60px; background: var(--accent); position: relative; top: 60px; margin: auto; [/class] [class=image] position: relative; top: 90px; height: 180px; width: 180px; border-radius: 100% 100% 100% 0%; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; margin: auto; border: 1px solid var(--accent); cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important; transition: all 1s; z-index: 10; [/class] [class=flexbox] height: 130px; width: 340px; margin: auto; position: relative; top: 130px; display: flex; justify-content: space-evenly; flex-wrap: wrap; z-index: 15; [/class] [class=flextag] height: 75px; width: 105px; font-family: Josefin Sans; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 50; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=tag] font-family: Josefin Sans; color: var(--accent); font-weight: 800; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 14px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=postcontent] height: 456px; width: 396px; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 15px; border: 2px solid var(--accent); font-family: Manrope; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px; color: black; [/class] [class=scroll] height: 100%; width: 104%; overflow-y: scroll; overflow-x: hidden; padding-right: 50px; [/class] [class=moveleft] position: relative; left: 0px; [/class] [class=faderight] opacity: 1; [/class] [script class=image on=click] addClass moveleft bkg addClass faderight bkg2 [/script]