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Samantha leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.
“eleven…fifteen. Fifteen pencils are stuck in my ceiling.” She said out loud to no one in particular. She pushed herself forward and looked down at the mound of paperwork that sat on her desk. What was she going to do? Everything was going wrong.
To someone looking through the large windows of her office seeing Samantha for the first time, they would see this: A female wolf almost thirty years old with dark grey fur. A business jacket and short yet sensible skirt and dark brown hair that sat on her head in such a way that made it look like it was attempting to escape her scalp but really hadn’t reached a consensus on how to leave. She was skinny, remarkable skinny for a wolf and shorter than average. If this person was also able to see her from the front they would see she had brown hair and was busily nibbling on a pencil as she tried to work out where she was going to get the money to pay for the next shipment of electronics she needed for her factory.
Samantha was the CEO of ULTEC Inc. although not by choice. Her father had passed away and since her other siblings had gotten jobs in various other industries and her mother had no head for business. Samantha, with her BA in business and English was chosen to lead the company. When she heard about this she was apprehensive at first. What did she really know about the business world? Why couldn’t her father have chosen someone more suiting?
”I don’t want my life’s work going to some damn fool who’ll just sell it off and let it die.” He had said when he was making his will. When one of his advisors had tried to talk him out of it he simply replied.
”She’s a good girl. A bit flaky at times but she knows what needs to be done and can do it.” He thumped his hand on the table at the end of this, making the other board members jump. He was a big wolf, not exactly fat but what someone would call “burly”. He spent most of his life working and trying to build up his business. Now Samantha was looking at his some thirty years of work on the brink of collapse with no hope in sight. Why did he have to go and leave it her? It didn’t seem fair.
A few minutes later the intercom on her desk rang. A hand shot out and pressed the button and a voice from under a pile of folders said.
“What is it Greg? I’m busy.”
”I know miss.” Said a shaky voice on the other end. Greg was Samantha’s secretary. He was originally her fathers and she didn’t see the need to replace him. He knew the filing system and knew how to work. Her father had trained him to the point that he would obey any command as long as you hit something in a convincing fashion afterwards.
“Its just that someone was come in to apply for that job opening.”
Samantha took her finger off the button and groaned. Yes she should have remembered that there was an opening for an entry level position in her building.
”Can’t someone else deal with this?” She said into the intercom.
“Well normally yes miss..” Greg started.
“Normally yes but?”
“Well you’d better meet him for yourself.”
Samantha sighed. “Alright send him in.” She took her hand off the intercom and lifted her head up. This immediately caused the neat pile of folders that she had buried her head under to dislodge and fall to the floor. She gasped and bent over to pick them up, silently cursing to herself and to the world in general, mainly about the unfairness of the universe and her unfortunate place in it.
“May I be of some assistance?” a voice said from the other side of the desk. Samantha froze. She hadn’t even heard the door open and she’d have known if the door had opened. Being the CEO meant you learned quickly or were replaced. And the first rule to learn is that you kept an eye on everything going around you. Hostile takeover meant a “hostile takeover”. The business world was a place for predators. Yet somehow this person had gotten in without her hearing him.
“No I’m alright.” Yes said, still flustered from the strangers entrance.
“No I insist.” He said and knelt down to help. There was a quick flurry of papers and Samantha looked up to see all the files on the floor and on her desk neatly stack and arranged by letter. How had he done that? Some of the papers on her desk didn’t even have folders to them.
Samantha sat back down into her chair and looked up at who had helped her.
It was a male, that much she was sure. Yet the exact type of species he was or what he looked like couldn’t be described. Her mind kept trying to grasp at what he looked like but would veer away when she thought she had it.  He was tall and very thin and wore a simple brown suit and a small hat that gave him the look of a British business man from the twenties.
”Oh I’m terribly sorry Madam.” He said as he pulled a small briefcase out from under his arm.
“My resume.” He handed her a crisp piece of paper. She took it with a limp hand brought it up to her face.
“Well its nice to meet you Mr…Moon?” She said, her mind finally settling down.
“That is correct Madam.”
”You can sit down you know?”
“As you wish Madam.”
The figure sat down in front of her desk with his briefcase resting on his lap. He sat straight and seemed to be at attention, as if waiting for her to say something. Desperate to break the silence she looked down at his resume.
“Hmmm... this is odd.” She said.
“Is there a problem Madam?”
“well its just that under education you have “Master chef and butler”. I’ve never seen that on a resume for a business related job before.”
“Oh well I am capable of doing business related jobs if you require.” Moon said respectfully.
“Like what?”
“Anything you wish me to do and I shall do it Madam.”
“You know you don’t have to call me Madam you know?” Samantha said. The word made her sound like she was the husband to a wealthy landowner.
“As Madam wishes.” He replied.
“I didn’t know that anyone still did apprenticeships.” Samantha went on, drawing from the word “master” on his application.
“Oh it is not uncommon Madam. I apprenticed for many years under my tutor Mr. Guile before setting out on my own.”
“Fascinating.” Samantha said. She didn’t know what it was but there was a strange quality about his voice. It wasn’t exactly British. It just seemed to be the voice you would associate with a butler, only it held no hints of sarcasm or distaste for who it was talking to.
“The thing is.” Samantha went on. “We’re looking for someone with more training in business.”
The man looked puzzled for a moment. Samantha found, to her surprise, that she could now read his face.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand. I can do anything you ask of me.” He said.
“Yes yes so you said before.” Samantha said, putting the resume down in front of her.
”But its just that I need to hire someone with actual references and an education. From what I can see you’ve got almost no education save for your apprenticeship and some strange references. I’m sorry but-“Samantha’s last words were cut off as a growl came out of her stomach. She looked down and blushed. She had again skipped lunch. Greg constantly reminded her to take a lunch break, as did her mother who constantly complained about her weight. She now sat in her chair and felt hunger pains shoot up through her stomach.
“Are you alright Madam?” Mr. Moon asked her.
“Oh I’m alright.” She said hurriedly, trying in vain to mask the sounds of her stomach.
“I just missed lunch is all.”  She said. “and breakfast, and dinner the night before” She added in her mind.
“Oh well then if Madam is hungry then perhaps she would like something to eat?” Mr. Moon said. Before she could protest he went into his briefcase and pulled out a large sandwich and placed it in front of her.
Samantha looked at it and began to drool. It looked delicious. It was loaded with every single kind of meat she liked. Turkey, Roast beef, ham, and all on a Kaiser roll topped with lettuce and mozza cheese. It was her favorite kind of sandwich.
“Oh no I couldn’t possibly take your lunch.” She managed to say, her eyes were still locked on the sandwich as she said this.
“Oh no Madam I insist. I don’t usually eat lunch anyway. I just cook to keep in practice.”
Even in her state of hunger this struck her as odd.
“What do you do with the food you make?” She asked.
“Oh I normally give it to whoever wants it.” He replied. “And if no one wants it I give it one of the poor homeless furs that are littered about the city.” He looked out the window as he said this.  “Its sad that in a world such as ours there are people who are going hungry.”
”Yeah and I’m one of em.”  Samantha’s stomach screamed at her.
“Well if you insist.” She said reaching for the sandwich.
“Oh I never insist.” Mr. Moon said. “I merely offer what I have.”
Samantha raised the sandwich to her lips and bit down. Everything seemed to slow down as she took in the flavors that were assaulting her taste buds. This was the single greatest sandwich she had ever eaten in her entire life.
It felt like an eternity had passed before she finished. She wiped the crumbs off her hands and took the napkin that Mr.Moon had some how materialized in his hand just when she needed it.
“…Thank you.” She managed to say. She looked down at her desk which was a mess of sandwich debris. Had she really eaten all of that? She usually never finished any meals, no matter what it was.
“Oh don’t mention it Madam.” Mr.Moon said. After she had wiped herself off he cleared his throat.
“Oh yes how rude of me.” Samantha replied, picking up his resume. “Well as I said…” her voice trailed off. It was true he didn’t appear to have any business background, or decent references. But that was the best damn sandwich she’d ever eaten! You just didn’t pass up an opportunity like this.
“We do have an opening if you’re interested.” She finally said.
“Madam I would be forever in your debt.” Moon replied gratefully. “Just tell me what you require and I shall do it for you.”
“Well.” She said, leaning forward slightly.
“How are you at cooking chicken?”

Description
Samantha leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.
“eleven…fifteen. Fifteen pencils are stuck in my ceiling.” She said out loud to no one in particular. She pushed herself forward and looked down at the mound of paperwork that sat on her desk. What was she going to do? Everything was going wrong.
To someone looking through the large windows of her office seeing Samantha for the first time, they would see this: A female wolf almost thirty years old with dark grey fur. A business jacket and short yet sensible skirt and dark brown hair that sat on her head in such a way that made it look like it was attempting to escape her scalp but really hadn’t reached a consensus on how to leave. She was skinny, remarkable skinny for a wolf and shorter than average. If this person was also able to see her from the front they would see she had brown hair and was busily nibbling on a pencil as she tried to work out where she was going to get the money to pay for the next shipment of electronics she needed for her factory.
Samantha was the CEO of ULTEC Inc. although not by choice. Her father had passed away and since her other siblings had gotten jobs in various other industries and her mother had no head for business. Samantha, with her BA in business and English was chosen to lead the company. When she heard about this she was apprehensive at first. What did she really know about the business world? Why couldn’t her father have chosen someone more suiting?
”I don’t want my life’s work going to some damn fool who’ll just sell it off and let it die.” He had said when he was making his will. When one of his advisors had tried to talk him out of it he simply replied.
”She’s a good girl. A bit flaky at times but she knows what needs to be done and can do it.” He thumped his hand on the table at the end of this, making the other board members jump. He was a big wolf, not exactly fat but what someone would call “burly”. He spent most of his life working and trying to build up his business. Now Samantha was looking at his some thirty years of work on the brink of collapse with no hope in sight. Why did he have to go and leave it her? It didn’t seem fair.
A few minutes later the intercom on her desk rang. A hand shot out and pressed the button and a voice from under a pile of folders said.
“What is it Greg? I’m busy.”
”I know miss.” Said a shaky voice on the other end. Greg was Samantha’s secretary. He was originally her fathers and she didn’t see the need to replace him. He knew the filing system and knew how to work. Her father had trained him to the point that he would obey any command as long as you hit something in a convincing fashion afterwards.
“Its just that someone was come in to apply for that job opening.”
Samantha took her finger off the button and groaned. Yes she should have remembered that there was an opening for an entry level position in her building.
”Can’t someone else deal with this?” She said into the intercom.
“Well normally yes miss..” Greg started.
“Normally yes but?”
“Well you’d better meet him for yourself.”
Samantha sighed. “Alright send him in.” She took her hand off the intercom and lifted her head up. This immediately caused the neat pile of folders that she had buried her head under to dislodge and fall to the floor. She gasped and bent over to pick them up, silently cursing to herself and to the world in general, mainly about the unfairness of the universe and her unfortunate place in it.
“May I be of some assistance?” a voice said from the other side of the desk. Samantha froze. She hadn’t even heard the door open and she’d have known if the door had opened. Being the CEO meant you learned quickly or were replaced. And the first rule to learn is that you kept an eye on everything going around you. Hostile takeover meant a “hostile takeover”. The business world was a place for predators. Yet somehow this person had gotten in without her hearing him.
“No I’m alright.” Yes said, still flustered from the strangers entrance.
“No I insist.” He said and knelt down to help. There was a quick flurry of papers and Samantha looked up to see all the files on the floor and on her desk neatly stack and arranged by letter. How had he done that? Some of the papers on her desk didn’t even have folders to them.
Samantha sat back down into her chair and looked up at who had helped her.
It was a male, that much she was sure. Yet the exact type of species he was or what he looked like couldn’t be described. Her mind kept trying to grasp at what he looked like but would veer away when she thought she had it.  He was tall and very thin and wore a simple brown suit and a small hat that gave him the look of a British business man from the twenties.
”Oh I’m terribly sorry Madam.” He said as he pulled a small briefcase out from under his arm.
“My resume.” He handed her a crisp piece of paper. She took it with a limp hand brought it up to her face.
“Well its nice to meet you Mr…Moon?” She said, her mind finally settling down.
“That is correct Madam.”
”You can sit down you know?”
“As you wish Madam.”
The figure sat down in front of her desk with his briefcase resting on his lap. He sat straight and seemed to be at attention, as if waiting for her to say something. Desperate to break the silence she looked down at his resume.
“Hmmm... this is odd.” She said.
“Is there a problem Madam?”
“well its just that under education you have “Master chef and butler”. I’ve never seen that on a resume for a business related job before.”
“Oh well I am capable of doing business related jobs if you require.” Moon said respectfully.
“Like what?”
“Anything you wish me to do and I shall do it Madam.”
“You know you don’t have to call me Madam you know?” Samantha said. The word made her sound like she was the husband to a wealthy landowner.
“As Madam wishes.” He replied.
“I didn’t know that anyone still did apprenticeships.” Samantha went on, drawing from the word “master” on his application.
“Oh it is not uncommon Madam. I apprenticed for many years under my tutor Mr. Guile before setting out on my own.”
“Fascinating.” Samantha said. She didn’t know what it was but there was a strange quality about his voice. It wasn’t exactly British. It just seemed to be the voice you would associate with a butler, only it held no hints of sarcasm or distaste for who it was talking to.
“The thing is.” Samantha went on. “We’re looking for someone with more training in business.”
The man looked puzzled for a moment. Samantha found, to her surprise, that she could now read his face.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand. I can do anything you ask of me.” He said.
“Yes yes so you said before.” Samantha said, putting the resume down in front of her.
”But its just that I need to hire someone with actual references and an education. From what I can see you’ve got almost no education save for your apprenticeship and some strange references. I’m sorry but-“Samantha’s last words were cut off as a growl came out of her stomach. She looked down and blushed. She had again skipped lunch. Greg constantly reminded her to take a lunch break, as did her mother who constantly complained about her weight. She now sat in her chair and felt hunger pains shoot up through her stomach.
“Are you alright Madam?” Mr. Moon asked her.
“Oh I’m alright.” She said hurriedly, trying in vain to mask the sounds of her stomach.
“I just missed lunch is all.”  She said. “and breakfast, and dinner the night before” She added in her mind.
“Oh well then if Madam is hungry then perhaps she would like something to eat?” Mr. Moon said. Before she could protest he went into his briefcase and pulled out a large sandwich and placed it in front of her.
Samantha looked at it and began to drool. It looked delicious. It was loaded with every single kind of meat she liked. Turkey, Roast beef, ham, and all on a Kaiser roll topped with lettuce and mozza cheese. It was her favorite kind of sandwich.
“Oh no I couldn’t possibly take your lunch.” She managed to say, her eyes were still locked on the sandwich as she said this.
“Oh no Madam I insist. I don’t usually eat lunch anyway. I just cook to keep in practice.”
Even in her state of hunger this struck her as odd.
“What do you do with the food you make?” She asked.
“Oh I normally give it to whoever wants it.” He replied. “And if no one wants it I give it one of the poor homeless furs that are littered about the city.” He looked out the window as he said this.  “Its sad that in a world such as ours there are people who are going hungry.”
”Yeah and I’m one of em.”  Samantha’s stomach screamed at her.
“Well if you insist.” She said reaching for the sandwich.
“Oh I never insist.” Mr. Moon said. “I merely offer what I have.”
Samantha raised the sandwich to her lips and bit down. Everything seemed to slow down as she took in the flavors that were assaulting her taste buds. This was the single greatest sandwich she had ever eaten in her entire life.
It felt like an eternity had passed before she finished. She wiped the crumbs off her hands and took the napkin that Mr.Moon had some how materialized in his hand just when she needed it.
“…Thank you.” She managed to say. She looked down at her desk which was a mess of sandwich debris. Had she really eaten all of that? She usually never finished any meals, no matter what it was.
“Oh don’t mention it Madam.” Mr.Moon said. After she had wiped herself off he cleared his throat.
“Oh yes how rude of me.” Samantha replied, picking up his resume. “Well as I said…” her voice trailed off. It was true he didn’t appear to have any business background, or decent references. But that was the best damn sandwich she’d ever eaten! You just didn’t pass up an opportunity like this.
“We do have an opening if you’re interested.” She finally said.
“Madam I would be forever in your debt.” Moon replied gratefully. “Just tell me what you require and I shall do it for you.”
“Well.” She said, leaning forward slightly.
“How are you at cooking chicken?”