I'm going to die again and it's going to happen in front of this... this... What was this? Liliya had lost her patience after she had been forced to speak politely to the man who technically signed her paycheck. One of her paychecks. The City Administrator of Ann Arbor was a pain in her neck and he was hopeless. He had only gotten elected because of her and she did not need to have a clear head - which she very much did not - to remember that, because it practically screamed at her from every note she had ever taken from any conversation they had ever had. Why had she not taken his job, again? She was really struggling to remember it and if she had to put up with another year of him just to satisfy the whims of her family instead of only working with vampires... Liliya might fall on a silver stake. She was thinking about doing that anyhow because at least then she would feel better.
For some reason she rather suspected that snapping Cameron Calvert's neck would make her feel better. But her sire would object... Maureen disliked killing annoyances. She had told Liliya just that morning that there needed to be a reason or else it needed to not happen.
"My people?" Liliya arched one perfectly done eyebrow. "Which of my people were you talking about exactly, Mr. Calvert?" Her ability to be even icily polite was rapidly shrinking and her stomach, undead or not, was trying to tell her that she needed to go dry heave into the toilet more. "Because if you mean the Administrator then no, he has no such intention and there is no reason I can see why he would. It was just some graffiti, likely done by teenagers. And my other people may. Though again... fae are not our concern. Should they be?"