When Clare had returned
from the conference, she had expected to come back to the same old, same
old. Instead, she had found her office
completely changed. Bobby was hardly ever
around, Ashtyn was keeping to herself, and Brittany… well, Brittany seemed to
be the only constant.
The young, beautiful
demon sat across from Clare, a desk the only thing between them. The girl was fuming.
“Why is it that everyone
else gets to go out, and have their adventures, and I get stuck here in the
office? I did paperwork, Clare. For weeks.”
Brittany’s pretty face was bright red.
Clare sighed. How was she supposed to explain to Brittany,
again, that customer service was still a part of their job? They still had to be able to handle people. Brittany didn’t understand the importance of
creating an emotional connection with a client, even if their problem seemed
ridiculous.
“I will let you out into
the field when I think you’re ready.”
Clare sighed, leaning back in her chair.
Her brief fling with Max
West had been relaxing, but the glow from that tryst was already starting to
wear off. She needed things to go back
to normal. She needed to feel like her
office was hers, again.
“When I’m ready?” Brittany stood up, slamming her hands on the
desk. “I’m a demon, damn it! Who better to slay demons then an actual
demon?”
She couldn’t argue with
her there.
“Listen…” Clare paused,
making sure she was really ready to say what she was about to say. “How about on the next case, you and I take
the lead? It’ll be your trial run.”
She really didn’t believe
that Brittany was ready, but the rest of the team didn’t seem to be in fighting
shape either. At least Brittany had a
drive.
Brittany stood up
straight, crossing her arms. She narrowed
her eyes, her gaze glued to Clare. “You
mean it?”
“Sure.” Clare began to
rub her forehead. She could feel a
migraine coming on.
“Alright then.” Brittany nodded. “Next case.”
“Next case.”
“You aren’t going to pull
a fast one on me, are you?”
Clare shook her
head.
“Good.” Brittany turned,
and left the office.
Clare closed her eyes,
almost instantly regretting the decision she had just made. Brittany was strong, smart, fierce… but she
was also quick to act, slow to think.
She ran on pure emotion. Still,
how was she ever going to be ready to work a case if all she was doing was
paperwork?
As Clare began to work
her temples she hoped that the next case was something simple. A tentacle demon loose on a college campus
would be nice and simple.
Somehow, though, she knew
that it wasn’t going to be that easy. It
never was.
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