Madraeus knocked on Whitney's kitchen door. Rami had just told him that Philtzer had transformed in front of her. He had scarcely gotten up. He was hungry. He was grumpy and this was the first thing that they mentioned.
"Why can't anyone ever say, Good evening did you sleep well? Nothing going on today you can go back to bed?"
He knocked again. He probably should have stopped to feed before coming to check on Whitney. It would have at least improved his mood a little. Madraeus frowned at the door. She should have answered by now. He put a hand against the door and closed his eyes. He opened up his senses and searched the other side of the door for any sign of Whitney. He heard nothing.
Growling under his breath he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. He could imagine Whitney's response to that but it was for her own good.
He opened the door slowly and moved into her kitchen. There was no sign of Whitney. He moved more quickly through the other rooms finding the same results. He pulled out his cell phone and called her. He heard the answering ring tone from Whitney's phone coming from her desk. He walked over to find it happily vibrating and chiming its way across a pile of papers.
"Damn it," he growled. He was already dialing Rami as he stormed back to his study but he met Rami in the hall before the call had gone through.
"Whitney is gone," he said as he snapped his phone shut.
"Gone, gone? Or temporarily gone?" Rami asked calmly.
"Her stuff is still here."
"Where do you think she went?" Rami asked as they walked back to his office.
"I don't know." Madraeus frowned. "No one knows what goes on in that head of hers. She's not a prisoner, but I would prefer that she not go out alone until this thing with Justin," he spat out the name, "is resolved."
"I agree," Rami nodded as he picked up the phone. He dialed a number then waited only a moment before it was answered. "Philtzer?" Rami rumbled, "Whitney is gone. You scared her. You find her."
Madraeus glanced at the clock. It was almost seven. He had better eat if he wanted to be in any shape to deal with his errant receptionist.
An hour later Madraeus sat at his desk drumming his fingers. He sat up listening. He was sure that he had heard something. Once again he strode down the hall to Whitney's door. He could hear her singing through the door. Relief flooded through him followed closely by a new wave of anger.
This time he didn't even knock. Within seconds he was through the door. Whitney's singing was coming from the bathroom. He was tempted to burst into the bathroom and start demanding explanations but common sense won out. Madraeus sat down on the couch with his arms folded across his chest and glared at the bathroom door waiting.
Finally he heard the water turn of but had to wait another thirty minutes before she emerged wearing nothing but a towel. She yelped when she saw him sitting on her couch.
"Where the Hell have you been?" he said without preamble turning her embarrassed pink blush into an angry red.
"Who do you think you are?" she snapped. "You have no right to come in here uninvited!" She stomped past him to her bedroom.
He was up in an instant following her.
"I have every right to be in here! I own the place!" he growled at her.
She slammed the bedroom door in his face. He threw it open again.
"Do you mind?" she snarled.
"Not at all."
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THIS JOB SUCKS!Vampire
Whitney is unaware that she is working for a vampire at her new receptionist job until she almost dies, now she has become a pawn in a private war between her boss, Madraeus Ravilla, and the psychotic vampire, Cecelia. She might not survive this job...