What on earth was all that racket downstairs? Vienna was trying to sleep in her warm bed when someone had the audacity to come knocking on her door. Why? She had a sign about no soliciting unless they were AB+ or looking for an interview for her position. Assuming the person read the sign, they would have easily realized that she as accepting interviews after dark. Rolling over in bed, Vienna looked at her alarm clock: 4:57pm. It wasn't dark yet, so who on earth was in her house?
Grabbing her coin from the bedside table, she flips it in the air. Heads: she gets out of bed early to see who was making all the fuss or tails: she ignores the idiot and sends her guard dogs after him. The coin flips in the air, landing perfectly in the palm of her hand. Heads. Rolling her eyes, she places the coin back on the table before calling out to Patrice. Patrice was the housekeeper who oversaw all the interior staff. Patrice came into the room quickly and for that, Vienna was thankful. "Patrice, please go figure out who is at my door. If its someone important, show them into my parlor and offer them a drink." With a nod of her head, Patrice was out the door and on her way to the foyer.
Patrice had already heard the young man's voice over the intercom, so she peeked through the peep hole on the door before opening the large oak door. She stood there in her modest dress, staring at the young man. Patrice was an aging woman, beautiful but simple. She was approximately fifty five years old and human. She opened the rood wider for him. "Come on, dearie. My mistress will be with your shortly. Please, make yourself at home in the parlor and do help yourself to a drink." She motioned for him to follow as she led him into the room just to the right of the foyer. She smiled sweetly at him as she motioned for him to make himself at home. "My name is Patrice, housekeeper here at Crayne estate, If you need anything, just call. Press the number 9 on the intercom to talk directly to me." She gives him a polite bow before before she leaves the room and headed towards the kitchen to fetch some refreshments.
Vienna skipped her shower this morning, knowing that someone was waiting on her. However, she did not skip putting on a beautiful, short sundress. Vienna put on some makeup to make her color look less pale and more human-like as well as did her hair into a bouncy pony tail. It took her roughly 45 minutes to get ready before she was walking out of her room and towards the parlor. Surely if whoever was here was serious about his business, he would have waited patiently for her.
As she descended the stairs, she pulled out a remote control from her pocket and pressed the first button. Sun-blocking shades lowered in the foyer and as she came down the stairs, she pressed the second. The shades began to lower over the windows in the parlor, clicking shut. After all, Vienna wasn't about to allow something as simple as the sun dampen her day today.
Placing the remote back into her pocket, she waltzed into the parlor with a skip to her step, her pony tail bouncing as she entered. She looked over at the young man, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent. He smelled rather nice for a homeless man. He reeked of odor, but it was something a good bath and some cologne could fix. But his natural pheromones were addicting and Vienna found that she rather liked his scent that was hidden beneath the grunge. "I hope you don't mind. The sun and I don't tend to get along, if you catch my drift." While Vienna had never really cared about her vampire ways, she knew not everyone else appreciated her race as much as she did. She didn't care about whether or not her workers were human, fairy, witch, or anything else for that matter. As long as they didn't try to kill her, she would coexist peacefully.
Moving to the settee in the center of the room, she seated herself and motioned for the chair in front of her. "Do be seated. I don't bite." The irony in her words had her laughing lightly as she watched him. "I had wanted to do interviews after dark, but I suppose now is fine. Tell me...do you have any experience with pools or gardens?" She had a feeling he didn't. It was the desperate ones who wanted to work for her. No one in their right mind would want to work for a night walker. But that was okay. She treated her workers fairly and they always enjoyed her company. It wasn't a bad gig if you could impress her.
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