Yet another *locked* one.
Who: Samaire What: Another late night at the office and confrontation Where: Er. Office. When: 1AM
Swamped was an understatement for the head witch as she sorted through the piles upon piles of paperwork that lay on her desk. What happened to the old, my word is my bond thing? Being a witch shouldn’t mean contracts and the like. It should be simpler to be the head crone. Samaire picked up her fifth coffee of the day and took a large sip of it, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips. It was ice cold. Using her free hand, she pulled the bulk of her hair over to one side, allowing it to spill over her left shoulder, while her right hand continued to mark places on the page, noting a disagreement or something that wasn’t quite worded to her taste. Maybe she would’ve been a fantastic lawyer instead of a Crone. It seemed as if with every passing day she got further and further away from what she wanted to be doing, and more like a head of a huge business firm. It all left a sour sort of taste in her mouth. She wanted a vacation. A time solely to herself without strings or obligations to follow through with. Sure, it was a bit selfish, and Samaire knew she could never in a million years abandon her post, but a girl could still dream.
Letting out a sigh she set down her pen and stood up from her chair, legs stiff from the hours she had spent in the same position. Samaire picked up her coffee and made her way to the kitchenette down the hall, stretching her legs as much as she could as she went. But she didn’t quite make it down the hall, a tall almost looming figure stood just before the doorway she was heading for. She jumped backwards a bit, spilling some of the contents of her mug on the marble floor.
“Sorry, I did not think anyone else was here. What are you—“ But that’s when she looked up to meet the sparkling hazel eyes of one Daniel DeTagle. Her jaw immediately set itself as she inclined her chin slightly. “And here I thought you said you were going to make an appointment.”
Daniel offered a toothy, all too wide smile in Samaire’s direction. “I figured you wouldn’t mind a visit from an associate after hours. Besides, appointments are so…informal. I thought we could just meet now. You’re not busy are you.”
That smile made her want to set him ablaze right now. Samaire clenched her free fist closed and tried not to allow him to get a rise out of her. “I’m always busy, you should know that. Comes with the job title.” The vampire ran a hand over his hair as if it were simply out of habit. There was far too much product in his hair for it to actually need any real sort of touching up.
“Then, I’ll cut to the chase,” He circled around her fully, almost predatorily. She didn’t have to take this from him. The games, the harassment. She would draw up a charge against him in the morning, give a call to the council and have them deal with this. Samaire needed to bring this to light, they couldn’t allow an enclave to exist. Not if she had anything to say about it. “Did you rethink your position on my proposal since we talked last?”
The witch offered an overly sweet smile to the vampire, and placed a hand on her lip. “Not at all. I still won’t sign off on it.”
Daniel’s eyes narrowed at her and he took a step forward that drew him dangerously close to her. He seemed to be seething at her response. “I’ll give you another week. Rethink it or you can be replaced.”