Interview

Mr. Jevol shuffled some papers on his desk, looking at them intensely through his square spectacles. He wasn't actually reading anything. I could tell just by tracking his pupils. That made him the kind of person that liked to look official and important. Ah, well. There were worse traits to have in a boss.

“So, Mr. Philips,” Jevol said. “Your background is certainly impressive. What makes you think you'd be a good fit for our... organization?” Seriously? Pregnant pause and everything? If I wasn't desperate and the pay wasn't so good, that might have made me walk out right there.

“I have always been interested in the details of runework,” I said. “Even though I only had a minor at the Academy, I've learned since that it is a very good fit for my talents. I have a very good sense for energy disruptions, even tiny ones below most sensitives' thresholds. In my previous position –”

“I can see your resume and cover letter,” Jevol interrupted. “What I'm curious about is why here? What makes you a good match for our particular... work?” There it was again. Geez.

“I have no qualms working with dead bodies,” I replied. Maybe a bit too blunt, but this guy had triggered a nerve. “Night shifts are ideal for me. I have no significant attachments that would cause issues with travel or risk collateral damage with lingering curses. I imagine you can't have people beating down your door or you wouldn't have called someone like me in.” Oops. Might have gone too far, there.

Jevol stared at me for several long seconds, his yellowed eyes glowing in the candle light. Then he broke into a smile. “Good answer, Mr. Philips. I like you. I have a good feeling you'll be an asset to the team.”

And that's how I took my first step into necromancy. I never guessed how far that would take me.