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“Wow, that’s huge.”
I ironed my suit and prepared a new shirt.
I shaved my beard, put on my suit, and made sure I was well-groomed, and then I was greeted by a huge 20-story building.
Moreover, it wasn’t a corporate complex with tenants on each floor, but the company I applied for owned the whole building.
“Mao Corporation I’ve never heard of it.”
If it’s such a big company, I’m sure I should’ve heard of it, but even though I live near, I’ve never heard of it.
“‘Mao’ like the Demon King? That can’t even be called a pun.” [T/N: The Mao is written in romaji “roman alphabet/English alphabet” not in katakana or hiragana.]
I parked my car in the parking lot and looked up at it for a while, but I couldn’t just stay like this.
I walked towards what looked like the front door, a brown envelope in my hand containing my resume and other necessary documents.
And when I passed through the automatic door.
“Hmm? Did I hit something?”
I paused when I felt something soft as if I had gone through a curtain, but of course, there was only an automatic door that was in place of the entrance.
Of course, there is no such cloth curtaining the entrance.
“Is it just my imagination, or…”
It’s no use sitting around here. I saw a counter that looked like a receptionist’s, so I went to go there, but I had to stop myself again.
No, it’s more like Hollywood’s special effects makeup.
I’m standing in an entrance hall decorated in a clean white and gray color scheme.
Behind a counter made of glossy gray stone, there are two women who look like receptionists, but neither of them is an ordinary woman.
“Was there ever a long-eared foreigner?”
A race that looks like something out of an anime or video game, to put it plainly, elves, or to be more precise, dark elves with brown skin, silver hair, and blue eyes were sitting at the reception desk wearing an office lady’s uniform.
Both of them had shorter hair on the left and slightly longer hair on the right, but their faces and appearances were as good as any gravure idol’s, let alone a receptionist, the public relations representative of the company. [T/N: Gravure Idols is just another name for commercial model or company/brand spokesperson that can be seen in printed/static media.]
However, such a race should only exist in a game.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and looked again, but the result was the same.
“I’m not tired, right?”
The reality remained unchanged, it’s still Saturday, three days after the phone call, and as expected, the physical fatigue from the black company is gone. Well, it should be.
I was wondering if I should go home, but I also thought it might be a company with this kind of policy.
“Excuse me, I came here for an interview as a tester.”
Checking my phone’s display, I encouraged myself and coaxed any courage inside me to go to the counter and call out to the long-haired receptionist.
“Yes, can I ask for your name and the name of the person in charge of your interview?” (Receptionist)
My spine straightened, I thought that I have never known such a voice can be this beautiful.
“I’m Jiro Tanaka. The person in charge is Suela, she’s the one in charge of recruiting testers.”
“Yes, you must be Tanaka-san. I’ve heard about you. I’m calling the one in charge, Suela. Please take a seat over there and wait.” (Receptionist)
It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience to feel one’s face heat up when a dark elf smiled at you.
Even if it’s some kind of special effects makeup, it’s certainly not a common experience.
I nodded my head, wondering when was the last time my face got hot from something other than the Sun and sat down in the seat that was supposed to be for the meeting.
I was a little listless, but I didn’t feel like playing with my phone.
Then, I checked my documents to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.
“Okay, I have left nothing behind.”
But paper checking is over soon.
It only took me a minute to check about five documents, given the work I had done before.
In fact, it’s been a while since I’ve read something slow enough to spend five minutes on it.
Now, I’m back to the point where I don’t have anything else to do.
I hear the sound of high heels hitting the floor, and so I look at the source.
And I’m sure.
This company has something strange going on, especially in the realm of fantasy.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. Are you, Jiro Tanaka-sama?” (Voice)
“Yes! My name is Jiro Tanaka.”
“I’m in charge of your interview. I’m Suela.” (Voice => Suela)
The woman who gives a light bow is a dark elf different from the receptionist.
And I didn’t know the details because I was a little far from the receptionist, but the woman in front of me definitely seems to look genuine.
Rather, the special effects make-up that makes it look realistic, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s used in a movie studio or something.
A smartly dressed dark elf with long silver hair tied up and silver-framed glasses framing her face. That is the first impression I got from a woman who calls herself Suela.
“Then, please come with me.” (Suela)
And maybe it’s just a matter of taste, but she’s more beautiful than the receptionists I just met.
She was about 20 years old, but her dignity made me think that she was capable of doing her job, so she didn’t strike me as younger.
The combination of a dark elf and a suit, a mixture of reality and fantasy, was so far from reality that I decided to accept it as if I had already given up on this kind of company policy.
It was strange that there are no feelings of disappointment or regret in my mind.
I followed Suela-san as she led the way, and was ushered into a small conference room on the first floor.
“Please take a seat. Do you want a cup of coffee?” (Suela)
“Yes, thank you.”
I think I’ve only said “yes” since a while ago, but an interview would usually be like this.
When you need to make a good impression, you have to be appealing, and other than those, the answers to even basic questions are important.
Then, while remembering the tips for interviews, I took a seat and corrected my posture.
“What is it?”
However, I had a stupefied expression in front of the woman I was going to have an interview with.
“You can still see it.” (Suela)
“Eh? Well it’s amazing, is it a magic trick?”
Instead of nodding her head in agreement with my reply, I hoped that she would give me some time to calm down as I was about to overload.
I’m sure everyone would have the same reaction if a tray of coffee floats towards them.
“It’s magic.” (Suela)
Suela gave me an answer that was more confusing than conclusive. She does this while sitting in front of me placing a cup in front of me when she receives the tray floating in the air.
I wonder what kind of expression I have on my face as I echo an answer, but at least I’m sure I don’t have an expression suited for.
That ‘magic’ comes to mind when she says magic. [T/N: He’s talking about magic in the fantasy sense.]
But does it have anything to do with the company interview?
Do I have to use magic as a condition for joining the company?
No, I don’t have the gal or the skills to declare magic as a special skill like in some videos. I’m sure I can do a few magic tricks if I practice.
“Then I’ll start the interview.” (Suela)
This is not the time to be thinking about that.
I had to answer the questions properly, so I stretched my back and straightened my posture.
“Jiro Tanaka, what did I and the girls at the reception look like to you?” (Suela)
I just have to answer the question with conviction, I can do it!
If you are asked such a question, you have no choice but to shut up. And there is no choice but to plaster on a good expression.
Honestly, I was hoping for some small talk or questions like “What motivated you to join us?” For me, who was imagining orthodox questions like that, it’s hard to judge whether this is an honest answer.
However, she didn’t care that I was struggling, and was looking at me intently in front of her, waiting for my answer as if urging me to go ahead.
Do I have to answer this? Yes, it’s an interview, and if I don’t answer, she’ll think I have poor communication skills.
Okay, I’ll just play it safe and bluff somehow.
“Like a dark elf?”
It was terrible.
And it’s over.
I got lost from her gaze and answered honestly, but in my head, I was just thinking one thing: I had done it.
To be honest, I expected that there would be a signboard from a prank show, but there is no sign appearing at all.
If this was a company interview and I was the interviewer, I wouldn’t hire someone who would look at me and call me a dark elf.
I want to escape from reality, but I can’t do it.
I’m so tired that I can’t tell the difference between the games and reality, so I’ll definitely get checked in the hospital on my way home.
At this time, whether it’s psychiatry, ophthalmology, or neurosurgery, I think I’ll go to a psychiatrist, an ophthalmologist, a neurosurgeon, or whatever and get a full checkup. Now, let me hear the end of the interview.
I’m sweating profusely, keeping a fond smile on my face as I wait for the verdict.
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