Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
This is an chilled out rpg with a super friendly and relaxed atmosphere! Remember to sign up with your characters full name in all caps and don't forget to do your claims! Thank you and Welcome, we've been established since 10th March 2009 but unfortunately have had to close guest view of our boards due to multiple sites ripping off our hard work, such a shame! Come chat to us in Discord before joining if you like!.
Ama listened to the reasonings that Roisin gave her. “I understand.” Well to an extent that she did. Ama didn’t do much of the school stuff, as she was under a lot of the learn-your-education. She took a few classes here and there, but nothing to the extent that many students nowadays are doing. “I believe in work and life balance, and it sounds like you already have a bit going on. I demand a lot from the people around me. Nothing harsh, I’m not like that. In your current situation – what are your hours?”
It already sounded like Roisin had a lot on her plate, and Ama wanted to feel what was happening. Mainly to see what she could give the girl if she matched what she needed. Ama wasn’t necessarily desperate, but with the kids getting older and her father’s ailments – Ama knew she needed to be home more.
Ama looked over the young woman in front of her. She was dressed in bubblegum pink, a stark contrast to the sleek black Ama and everyone else wore. While it was a cute outfit, it was evident the young woman hadn’t been given any direction on how to dress for an interview. But Ama wasn’t Miranda Priestly.
“Please sit,” Ama responded. “So tell me, Roisin, what makes you think you have the skills to become my PA?” she continued. The paper could only say so much and Ama was a visual person. Nerves were one thing, but she was curious to see how Roisin handled herself. How she wanted to present herself. A few of the past interviews answered in some kind of egotistical way. Almost needing their ten seconds of fame, a personality type Ama had no desire to interact with.
Well manicured fingers tapped on an organized desk as eyes drained over a pile of documents. Ama was impressed. Paper was different than in person, but she wasn't about to tell someone no by their resume. After all, this was a pile of university students. Ama didn't know if she had made the right call to do this, but she liked the idea of training someone. Ursula handled more of her personal life and meetings. But Ama didn't have anyone at the business, as her last PA went off to bigger and greener pastures.
Ama pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. Long hair fell over her chair as she leaned back and stretched her arms. The sound of a knock caught her a bit off guard. But Ama fixed herself before saying come in. “Miss. Ama, Roisin Malloy is here for her interview.”
“Ah, thank you. You can lead her in.” The young associate nodded and closed the door behind them. Ama pulled Roisin's resume up from the pile as she waited, nails returning to tapping the top of her desk.
Nothing crazy, I promise you. I'm just in the process of getting a few dresses done. I needed to see other non-household family members to keep me a bit more sane!
