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WHO: Arthur and Ianto!
WHERE: A cafe downtown
WHEN: 1pm, Friday
WARNINGS: Suits. Sexy men in sexy suits.
SUMMARY: Arthur hires an underling. Funtimes to be had by all!
FORMAT: Words

[Arthur is a little early, his paperwork on the table in front of him in neat stacks, a cup of coffee cooling just next to it. He's wearing one of his ridiculous Savile Row wool suits, a deep gray with just a hint of rusty orange at the buttonholes and accents, the three pieces neat and perfectly tailored to his form.

He looks like an ad.

But he's waiting, watching the entire room, for Ianto Jones]

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[Ianto arrives perfectly on time, punctual as always. He finds Arthur quickly, glancing in turn at the cup of coffee and Arthur's suit. The coffee is met with skepticism, the quality as yet untested by Ianto, and the suit is met with a pang of envy. All Ianto has is the Zara number he died in, which he's wearing now. At least, he reminds himself, he'll soon have a job -- a job less disastrous to clothing than Torchwood -- which will provide him both the means and the excuse to buy something more expensive and dapper.

He greets Arthur with a professional smile and a nod.]

Good afternoon.

[Arthur doesn't judge suits - the man lived with Eames, for fucks' sake, this is a grand step up. He nods back.]

Ianto.

[He offers the seat in front of him]

[Ianto takes the seat graciously, folding his hands in front of him.]

Thank you. Do you mind if I order a coffee before we get down to business?

It's fine, order whatever you like.

[He takes a sip of his own coffee, which is decent]

[Ianto signals the waitress and orders a coffee, nothing fancy. She takes the order and leaves, and Ianto turns his attention back to Arthur.]

So. This job. Would you mind going into a bit more detail about what duties I'll need to perform?

I'm setting up a permanent office for Zatanna that isn't simply my cell phone; it's been working because I'm good at what I do but I get phone calls from everyone who comes into contact with her and has any interest at all.

What I need is someone who can manage the more basic things - phone calls, filing, whatever is involved in the office, and someone who doesn't feel the need to conform to whatever personal schedule Zatanna's arranged for herself, so I'm free to handle the more involved and complicated jobs.

[There's a pause]

It's office work, it's not very glamorous. And you'd be reporting to me, not her.

And what exactly is it that Zatanna does?

[He doesn't mind office work. He rather likes it, actually.]

She's a magician.

[Arthur takes a drink]

Ah. Alright, then. [Arthur doesn't specify whether she's a magician like Tonks is, or if she does kids parties, or both. It doesn't really matter. Either type of magician, Ianto feels he can work with.]

What kind of salary are we talking about? [Not that it matters. He'd take anything at the moment. The waitress returns with his coffee and Ianto smiles his thanks. He lets it sit and cool for a minute.]

[Arthur writes down a figure - it's generous, more than enough for rent in a nice apartment and with leftover to buy nice things or save up. He passes the number over.]

[Ianto's expression doesn't change, but inwardly he's making this face -- :D. He hadn't gotten his hopes up for anything substantial, and would have settled for less. Would have settled for minimum wage, in fact, for the time being. This is much better than expected. He nods, composed, and passes the number back. He sips his coffee and nods again, approving of the taste.]

Is there anything you need from me, before I accept? I'm afraid I've already given the only reference I have here.

Are you all right if I consider the first two weeks a trial period?

That seems fair. When would you like me to start?

Monday, preferably.

That's fine for me. Can you jot down the address?

[He pulls out a packet of paperwork and passes it over.]

This has all the addresses and contact numbers you'll need.

[He accepts the packet, glancing over it briefly, intending to look at it all in much greater detail later.]

Anything you need me to sign and hand back?

Nothing immediate. Look it over, first.

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