Note to self: call and check up on the inn when you're away for that long to make sure your vampire!employees are actually maintaining the place.
Somehow, all the windows were opened. I crashed for a few hours in my usual room and nearly suffocated on all the industrial pollution wafting in.
I don't think anyone's been staying here lately. I mean, anyone paying, because there are and definitely have been people of all sorts passing through, but...if it weren't for the fact my employees are all undead idiots too scared of me to screw me over, I'd swear they were plotting something against me with their supernatural friends.
Maybe it's all a coincidence.
But I need to speak with Leafy Bugg, or Body Shot, or whatever her name is now. Ol' girl whose eye I gouged out. The hotel's a mess and I want to know where my money is. This is supposed to be a high-classed hotel, not some vampire/zombie squatting ground! People are supposed to want to be here!
Things would be much easier if I wasn't being pulled away by my superiors to do missions each time I come back to try and assess the state of my business dealings. And after that little stunt with my book, they've started taking measures to make me forget what I've done, every time I've completed an assignment. Looks like I'm going to have actually work for a living now, or go to the trouble of ensuring my minions are pulling their weight around here.
Considered visiting Papa, since I haven't seen him in forever, but got distracted and instead went to get my hair done.
Madam ZZ · Sun Jul 19, 2009 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |