Always Hiring
Dammit, the doorbell again. Who could it be? The guests are all here… I’m already in the back; these old legs can’t make it up front very quickly. Thank goodness for modern conveniences. “Can I help you?”
The man at the other end of the video intercom would have been unremarkable if more people were apt to shove their badges at cameras. “I’m looking for the home owner. There have been some complaints.”
“He’ll be just a moment. He’s entertaining, but I’ll send him up immediately.”
It’s a good thing I always keep a few things handy. Like a couple thousand dollars and a long-distance transportation spell. I’ve been around long enough to know what the authorities are doing at The Master’s house. And I certainly know what happens when they show up during a dinner party. Just because he signs my checks and supplies me with parts doesn’t mean I’ll burn for him. Someone else is always hiring.
It’s kind of a shame, though. Those new legs had just shown up.