A TV School (The Prince)

This story starts here.


Helia stripped off her hose before sinking into the couch. The interview had been good but she didn't really like the school. Alistaire had headed back to their bedroom to change his clothes.
"I thought the interview went well." he shouted.
"The money is good." she shouted back.
"The school is well-respected." he said as he sat down next to her.
She loosened her belt before looking him in the eye. "You hate it too?"
"Yep."
"We've gotten spoiled working for the Foundation. You can't replicate that kind of flexibility in a regular school."
"I'm going to miss making it up as I go along."
"Did you see the stack of the previous year's lesson plans? They are required to turn them in!"
"The money is good."
"Really good."
"I'm pretty sure they liked us."
Helia kissed Alistaire before getting up to get changed.
While she was changing, Alistaire switched on the answering machine.
"Hello, this is Janet Michelle of Blair Productions calling to let you know you've made it to the first round of interviews for a teaching position at Childrise School. Please call me so we can discuss times..."
"Childrise School? I've never heard of it. Did we apply there?"
"I don't remember applying to a school named Childrise."
"Whoopee!" Niko came sailing in the the living room waving a print out of an email.
"Yes, and the good news is?" Helia asked.
"We're going to be on TV! Childrise is considering our applications. We're supposed to audition on Saturday! Please, say we can go."
Helia and Alistaire exchanged glances.
"Niko, you wouldn't have submitted applications for us would you?" Alistaire questioned.
Niko exploded. "They want you too! Awesome! We're going to be on TV. We're going to be on TV."
"Did we name him for your father or for Marchiavelli?" Alistaire asked.
"Machiavelli, definitely."

This story continues here.