“Pam. Have you got the ad ready for my new dayman?” I asked my child as nicely as possible.
It had been two weeks since my dayman had left, citing an inhospitable work environment and stress. He should have known what he was getting into working for a vampire. I tried glamouring him on numerous occasions to put up and shut up, but noticed a sharp decline in his work. I would like to be extra thorough in my next selection and find someone up to my standards. I was not an abusive or demanding employer, but I expected results.
“Yes, Eric.” She stated calmly.
I knew my child had worked tirelessly on this ad because she expected my dayman to also be at her service as well. How else would she be able to load up on all the newest couture? I needed to command her to not make this new underling into her scapegoat, when my credit card is conveniently missing and her closets are stuffed with shoes I had never seen before.
I stopped thinking about my bratty child and requested the ad, “Let me see.” She handed it over.
And I briefly scanned over the requirements and duties. She had deliberately left out any identification to the vampire requesting said services. If everyone knew that it was I, Eric Northman, looking for a dayman I would have to sort through the hordes of requests from fangbangers and spies from other states, alike.
After my musings, I said to Pam “Everything is agreeable. Please post this on monster . com and the other Supe job boards.” And yes, monster . com was run by a monster of sort, some type of demon I believe.
Taking the print-out back from me she cocked her head to the side and said, “I hope this one turns out better than the last one. Such incompetence and the sweating. Every time he was in your presence, I wasn’t sure if he was going to bow down and lick your feet or pass out.” And with that she walked out the door, shutting it noiselessly behind her.
Sitting behind my desk I answered a few more emails and sent a text to Pam to ensure that we were ready to interview by the end of the week. I rose from my chair to face my closet mirror, before I went out to enthrall the vermin. I’m feeling like a brunette tonight. It was good to be me and maybe if my new dayman was a woman, I could mix a little business with pleasure. One could only hope.