And yes, some of them had a flimsy grasp on how the modern world worked.
But still—good people at heart.
He reminded himself of that.Often.Because there was many a day he would cheerfully strangle them all for the aggravation they caused.
Hence why he currently sat at his desk, both hands cradling his head as if he suffered from a severe hangover.Which, to be honest, it felt like he had.Only without the fun prelude of drinking himself stupid.
Actually, drinking himself stupid sounded like an excellent idea.Maybe he should unearth that bottle of aged Scotch.
Annabella sailed into the room, then paused.He could hear her high heels on the floor, the way she hesitated before continuing into the room.“Glenn?What’s happened?”
“Sayori,” he answered.
“Oh god, now what did she do?”
“She mixed up her IDs, took the one that expired eight years ago—the one for her deceased persona, no less—and then sped through town.Got pulled over, gave the cop the wrong ID, and ended up calling me in a panic because in her frantic state, she charmed him too hard and left him in a drooling puddle at the side of the road.”
“Oh god,” Annabella repeated.Nuance was an amazing thing.The first had been an exclamation.The second a prayer of despair.“Were you able to reverse it?”
“Fortunately.With Keane’s help.”He lifted his face and stared ahead blindly.“I was supposed to be in two meetings today.I had to cancel both to fix this mess.Our deadlines are pushed back, again.”
“Glenn, I’ve said this multiple times, but I’ll say it again.We need a new clan Function.”
He groaned.Mostly in agreement, but partially in frustration.“I’d love one.But I can’t exactly advertise for the position.”
“Here’s the thing.I know of a good possibility.”
Glenn’s head snapped around.“You do?Where?”
She rested a hip on his desk as she answered.“Aunt May’s, the little gas station everyone likes to hit up at night?There’s an employee there by the name of Ross.He’s…exceptionally hard to scare, possibly the most deadpan man I’ve ever met, and handles all of us like we’re regular customers.I’ve seen him with werewolves, goblins, hungover vampires, and he doesn’t bat an eye.”
Dunham’s head popped around the doorframe.“Ah, there himself be.Annabella, I overheard that, ye tellin’ him about the lad?”
“I am.”Annabella turned enough to gesture him inside.“Back me up on this.”
“I came to make the same recommendation, so will be glad to.”Dunham came properly in to stand next to the desk, forcing Glenn to crane his neck back.“Yon lad be right steady and trustworthy.He’s been workin’ the counter at the gas station for months now, does na’ breathe a word at all, at all about us.Just takes our money and manages the store.Steady one, he be.”
“Nerves of steel,” Annabella agreed with a firm nod.“And I’ve tried to surprise him a time or two.He doesn’t even jump.I really think he’d be amazing as a Function.He’s got the right personality for it.”
Oh.Oh, that sounded like a very good possibility indeed.“Ross, you said.He works night shift or swing?”
“Night shift.He’s always there at night, and I’ve stopped by three times.”
“Perfect.I’ll go and check him out.”
Annabella leaned in a little, a smirk on her face.“Just for your information, he’s both gay and handsome, too.”
Glenn rolled his eyes at her.“Thank you, but I need a Function before I need another lover.Out with you, shoo.I want to go see this man for myself.”
“Alright.Do let me know your thoughts on him.”
Dunham followed along behind.“I can go with ye, make the introduction?”
“Not this time.I want to sound him out myself.”
“Alright, then.”
Glenn left the room, grabbing up keys and wallet as he headed for his car.He was too antsy to sit still, and if this man really had good potential, he wanted to know sooner rather than later.At this rate, not having a Function might drive him up the wall.He really needed to find someone else if this young man didn’t have the right skills for the job.
