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“Kirei-Sensei,” A voice said behind you.
You turned around in your desk chair to see none other than Mokuba Kaiba at your office door. He was one of your best students, his English comprehension was far beyond middle school level. Rarely did Mokuba Kaiba find the need to come to the staff room after classes were over for the day. You motioned for him to come in, not bothering to get up when he got to the side of your desk.
“Yes, Mokuba,” You responded.
“Are you going back home after the school year is over?” Mokuba asked.
“I don’t know,” You responded. “The school is still deciding on whether or not they want to renew my contract. So this might be my only year as your English teacher.”
“But everyone likes learning English with you as our teacher,” Mokuba whined.
“I’m flattered,” You replied with a smile. “But the head teacher didn’t take a liking to exactly how honestly I was answering some of the student’s questions.”
Mokuba made an irritated sound before jutting his lower lip out in an impressive pout. You chuckled at his antics.
“If you don’t have a job here will you leave?” Mokuba asked.
“I’m going to have to, Mokuba,” You reminded him. “That’s how work visas, well, that’s how they work.”
“It wouldn’t have to be a teaching job, would it?” Mokuba asked.
“Do you have a job for me?” You asked with a grin.
“I don’t,” Mokuba replied. “But my big brother does.”
Mokuba pulled a card out from his pocket and handed it to you. It was a simple business card but it had one of the most sought after phone numbers in all of Domino on it. Seto Kaiba might have a job for you.
“He needs translators for his newest game,” Mokuba explained happily. “There’s a big section that’s half in English and Seto wants English to be the first language of the people working on it.”
“Does he know you’re telling me this?” You asked.
“Yes,” Mokuba said with an enthusiastic nod. “I told him about you last night.”
You really didn’t want to know what that conversation consisted of.
“Thank you, Mokuba,” You said. “I’ll think about it.”
Mokuba bowed slightly before making his way back to the door. He hesitated at the doorway before turning back to you.
“His favorite color is blue,” Mokuba said.
“Excuse me,” You replied.
“My brother,” Mokuba elaborated shyly. “His favorite color is blue. You should wear it to your interview.”
“You sound very sure I would have an interview,” You said.
“If you send your résumé to my brother you will,” Mokuba said.
“Alright, I’ll send him my résumé,” You relented. “Now go home and do your homework, it’s getting late.”
“Bye bye Kirei-Sensei,” Mokuba called out happily.
You massaged your temple as you looked at the business card in your hand. A phone number and an email address were the only real pieces of information on it. With a sigh you turned to the computer on your desk. What was the harm really? You didn’t have a job and if you wanted to stay in the country you had to have one. Seto Kaiba probably wouldn’t even look at your résumé he’d probably delegate that to someone else along with your interview.
So you updated your résumé to include this teaching job and added a nice short cover letter including Mokuba’s little visit. You barely looked for any typos before you hit send. Mr. Kaiba was a busy man he probably wouldn’t even look at it. Besides you had papers to grade. Halfway through your class’s latest essay your cellphone started to ring. The phone number had a Domino area code but you’d never seen it before. With a shrug you picked up the call.
“Hello,” You said.
Your full name was said in perfect English.
“Yes, speaking,” You replied.
“Mr. Kaiba would like to set up an interview with you about the job opening,” The woman who you could only assume was his secretary said. “Does 6:30 on Tuesday work for you?”
“Yes,” You replied. “Yes, absolutely, that’d be perfect.”
“Alright, well go to reception when you get here,” She instructed you. “Present them with picture ID and state your business and they’ll give you instructions.”
“Thank you very much,” You said. “Have a nice night.”
“You’re welcome, miss,” She replied.
You stared at your phone in disbelief. Mokuba wasn’t kidding.