How far would she go? She didn’t know. But Billy wasn’t exactly bad to look at, and he was amusing. Still though, she should be careful, just in case. She glanced at her phone, and wondered if he would actually bother to call her at any point, and then just shrugged. A stretch and a few yawns later, she made the decision to go to bed – she had been up for quite a while at this point and needed the rest.
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“Honest, sir – I don’t know how he found out I was watching.”
“Careless, nevertheless.” Soyebi said. “I suppose though, we did find out to whom she belonged. I shall send word with you tomorrow, to be delivered to him, that I should like to meet and discuss matters with him. Dealing with Brandon is going to require some…delicacy.”
Paul nodded, and waited as Soyebi drafted a concise and to the point letter to deliver.
Brandon,
I regret to say that I am remiss concerning my servant’s behavior. I would like to apologize to you if he caused you any trouble. I would like, if I may, to come speak with you about your…employee. With a man of your status, I am sure you have many claims to your time, and it is doubtful I could come up with due compensation for said time. Nevertheless, I ask. You may contact me at the following number, if you wish: 555-692-7413.
Soyebi
He sealed it, and handed it over to Paul. Paul reached out to take it, but Soyebi held tight. “Try not to screw up this time.”
Paul nodded and swallowed. Soyebi let go of the letter and beckoned Rick closer. “Lead me to the meal you have brought to me this night – I would like to feed before I rest for the day.” With that, he left the room, and Paul breathed a sigh of relief. He was determined to not screw up. After all, he remembered what happened to the last person….
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Mandy thanked Brandon again for the soak in the hot tub, his company, and his willingness to listen to her. She drove home, opting not to talk to Jacqueline at this time about her and Jett. It wasn’t something she wanted to discuss right now. Right now, she was more worried about her Dad and whether or not he would take the job.
It wasn’t that she minded him having a job – she just worried about him doing field work. But when they talk, he’d confessed that he liked field work – and she didn’t want to take from him something he enjoyed – she felt she had done enough of that already when he confessed his real job to her.
She climbed into bed and hugged Sir Mister tight to her. The thought of losing her Dad was highly unpleasant. She had to keep reminding herself that he’d made it through field work before and come out just fine, time and time again. He would also benefit from the blood he was receiving. That is, if he chose to remain a ghoul.
She sighed again, and flopped over onto her side, supposing that she would just have to wait until he came home and told her what he’d decided on.