Candy Crush Part 3

Mr. Sanji was an aging japanese man, with a smile that never left his face. He excitedly welcomed Fujiko back into his office as soon as she arrived at the shop that day. He was short, but Fujiko was even shorter. Mr. Sanji couldn’t help but give Fujiko a look over, head to toe. She would be working there after all and represent his business. The first thing he noticed was her relatively chubby frame, compared to the rest of the thin asian girls he saw that were her age. At least all the pretty girls he saw were thin, and Fujiko was certainly pretty. His heavier customers were typically a bit frumpier.

Not Fujiko, she had this certain appeal when looking at her, despite her lower half. Or maybe because of her thicker lower half, Mr. Sanji hadn’t decided yet. But he had to admit that her striking black hair and beautiful facial features made her quite the looker. By the looks of her lower half too it looked like she wasn’t afraid to enjoy a piece of candy or two. Little did Mr. Sanji know how much Fujiko enjoyed her candy.

The two proceeded to conduct their interview, Mr. Sanji asking most of the questions at first. The things he asked Fujiko found odd, like no other interview she had before, or had prepared for. Things like “When sadness bring you down, what are the things you think of to pick yourself up?” or “In outer space food has to be freeze dried. Would you pick chocolate or vanilla freeze dried ice cream?” Fujiko didn’t know how to answer most of the questions, but she did her best to remain optimistic about the experience, and tried to get a few basic questions about the job answered, like pay and the work schedule, and what she would be doing.

“Well” Mr. Sanji started explaining. “I need an extra hand around the shop, stocking shelves, organizing inventory, checking out and helping customers.” This all sounded pretty standard and normal. “But what I could really use is a mascot!”

Fujiko was baffled. ‘What did he just say?’ She thought.

“Mr. Sanji’s store is great in local neighborhood, but we want to be known so much further than that. We need to do major marketing campaign, and we need a face for it. I think you would be great for this. You still need to stock shelves and ring customers, but also do photoshoots and wave signs outside.”

Fujiko wasn’t sure what to make of this. Mr. Sanji seemed a little eccentric and was probably just over eager about his marketing plan, so Fujiko figured the job would quickly just turn into a clerk position sooner than later.

“We treat you right Fujiko, we get you clothes to wear, and plenty of product to sample.” Now that last part Fujiko got hung up on. Part of her thought the idea of free candy would be great, since she had put herself in debt supplying her habit. But the other half knew having the continued temptation was a bad idea. She figured working there she was bound to buy even more candy, so why not take up the offer to get some for free. Fujiko still had a feeling that this was just a phase, and she’d start to be turned off from candy soon enough.

Mr. Sanji seemed really excited about bringing Fujiko on, so the desperate girl jumped at the chance before he changed his mind. “This all sounds great Mr. Sanji, I’d love to work here and be the store’s mascot.”

Mr. Sanji’s smile grew even larger. “Amazing! Perfect! Good! We get you started right away ok?” Fujiko nodded, and Mr. Sanji took out some papers for her to sign.