"Exactly right," Mitch said, looking down at the folder and pulling it closer to him, "Just have to check, is all. I can't really afford to have any incidents in a place that's almost entirely all human workers. I mean, humans that have always been human, if you follow me."
And he was pretty sure she did - they were very impressive references, and not the generic ones the Broker's usually forged for people either.
"You might be a little overqualified," Mitch said, closing the folder, "Your duties here would be very simple. Mostly, just keeping me on schedule. I've got a lot of administrative duties, but I'm not so high ranked that I get to avoid going out on calls. Next month all the kids are out of school and the weather is getting nicer, so it's going to be a busy summer. And that's not even touching the influx of trouble we'll be getting soon."
He made a bit of a face, "I work fairly closely with the Brokers, so I help them with cases on occasion. I try not to do it on town-time, but sometimes there's no helping it. And just in case you've got prejudices - we all have them no judgement - I want you to know, before I hire you for way less money than you've probably ever made in your life, that I'm a werewolf. You don't have to say what you are, but since I'm signing your paychecks, I figure you ought to know who you're working for."
Like a middle aged man like himself wasn't going to hire a pretty assistant. If she'd take what was likely an embarrassing paycut, of course, was the real issue.