It was a relatively cold day when Parham opened the door and entered the office of the employment agency. He gingerly felt the space in front of him with his stick, stepping carefully into the room because it was his first time here and he didn't want to knock anything over. The sound of shuffling papers drew him to a desk where a woman was, Parham guessed, looking through some forms.
"Hi," Parham began, but did not get very far.
"Papers behind you and to the left," the woman said without looking up. She sounded about fifty, or sixty arcs old, and very impatient.
"But I ca..." Parham began, but was cut off again.
"Sorry, to your right. To my left." She did a quiet snicker as she set down another piece of paper. From the way her voice was angling downwards, Parham knew she still hadn't looked at him.
"I'm blind and can't fill in a form," Parham rushed, before the woman could stop him again.
There was a quiet hush as the woman stopped her shuffling and, Parham guessed, lifted her head for the first time. Parham felt like he was being studied from head to toe, and it didn't take the woman long to voice her thoughts.
"I'm afraid it might be impossible for you to find a job," she said, and for the first time some emotion crept into her voice. Pity.
"Well, I can fill in the form and you could let the relevant authorities know, then we can see how it goes?" He offered, and mentally berated himself for coming here in the first place. Back home he knew all the right people. Here... here he just had to go through gatekeepers, and she was just the first.
"Yes," the woman offered uncertainly, as if she didn't know how this stupid plan was supposed to work. "I will help you."
She got up and came around the desk to pass by Parham and reach for one of the papers in the stack behind him. Parham turned to her, hands clasped together nervously, as he wondered whether he could find a job, or the woman would be proven right after all.
"So, what kind of work do you want to do anyway?" The woman asked conversationally, as she stepped back toward the desk to grab a pen.
"Uh, a spy," Parham said, dreading the next sentence before she even began speaking this time.
"And you can't fill in a form?" She asked, incredulously.
"Um, yes," Parham said, growing more uncomfortable by the bit. He took a breath and said, "I know, it does sound strange, but please, will you just fill in the form for me?" He paused then wrapped up that sentence by saying, "please?" for further emphasis.
The woman sighed. "Yessir. What is your name?"
"Parham," he said, not offering a last name.
"Have you had any, schooling?" She asked, in a way that made Parham even more aggravated.
"I was privately taught," Parham said, his voice a bit harsher than he had expected.
"And, do you have any... previous experience?" The woman continued, with the same tone.
"Yes, I used to do intelligence gather in Pyke where I'm from." He said, not providing more information. The woman seemed to catch the point that it was probably things he couldn't talk to her about.
"Why do you want to be a spy?" The woman asked, looking up from the form. It seemed like she really wanted to know the answer to this one.
Parham paused, searching for words. it seemed like he was taken aback by the question, lie he hadn't ever considered it before.
"It's," he began, still searching. "It's the only thing I know how to do," he said simply.
The woman was silent. He wasn't sure if she had nodded, but then she put the form on the desk and turned back to him.
"All done." She said, smiling a polite smile. "Thank you for filling in the form. They will contact you if there is a job."
Parham nodded, and offered a polite smile of his own. "Thank you," he said, and got no response. Maybe she had made a gesture?
He turned, and left the way he had come in, butterflies dancing in his gut with the promise of new challenges, and the anxiety of having none.
PC Name: Parham Calder
PC Location: Viden
Previous Schooling: Private tutorship
Previous Experience: He has been gathering intelligence for his father since he was very young
Relevant Skills: Intelligence, Psychology
Preferred Employment: Intelligence Authority
Why this job?: This is the only thing Parham knows how to do.