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His zombie bun sighed. “Less than ecstatic to know that I could move my pieces even when separated, but it’s good to know we aren’t going to find writhing, moving body parts… As I really don’t need to add that to my list of recurring nightmares.”
Cormac snorted, drawing a glare from Turney. The werewolf just smirked. The two were looking more awake and less like death. Good to know their hangovers were wearing off.
“Master Octavius, when are we set to leave?” Henry inquired.
Cormac’s gaze snapped to Henry. “You’re going?”
“I intended to.”
“Tomorrow,” Octavius said with excitement. “Everything is set up for us to leave tomorrow!”
“Um…not to be a downer or anything,” Theo broke in. “But how much is the agency being paid for this?”
Octavius blinked, eyeing Theo. “Well…it would be considered us helping a friend. I will, of course, pay you all for your time.”
That had the older werewolf frowning, shoulders stiffening. “So, he is not intending to pay for our services?”
He frowned. “Well…no?”
Theo’s frown deepened. “In my professional opinion, friends should know better than to expect so many hours of free labor from their friends. This will, at the very least, be a week to two weeks worth of work.”
A bright smile appeared on Turney’s face as the rest chuckled. Octavius glared at them before crying out, “But he’s my friend! And it’s a haunted hotel! Godric no doubt invited me because he knew I would enjoy myself.”
The werewolf sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “Him knowing you enjoy doing something, has nothing to do with him not paying for it. Just because you enjoy your work does not mean you should do it for free.”
“What…but… Well, what do you want me to do about it now?!” Octavius huffed, baffled at this logic. What was so wrong with helping a friend out?!
His eyes widened when Theo rolled his eyes at him. “Fine, but this is the last time. As your company financial advisor and accountant, I refuse to allow you to ever again accept a job without the company being properly compensated for it. We will be having a long discussion about proper compensation, finances, and company spending when we come back.”
Octavius squirmed in his seat as Theo stared at him. Well, faced in his direction. He knew Theo couldn’t see him at the moment, but dammit, the wolf’s senses were good enough that the aim of his serious glare was accurate.
Wait…he was the boss. He could just fire Theo and then no more rules! Dammit, no…he couldn’t fire Theo, he just hired him. And he knew the wolf needed this change right now.
Oh, by the Gods…he had been TRAPPED! HE’D BEEN TRAPPED! He glared at Turney and then at Scarlett. These two had lured him into a trap that he couldn’t get out of.
Turney attempted to look innocent while Scarlett smirked smugly at him.
Sighing, he finally said, “Fine…we will discuss all of that when we get back.”
Discuss, as in, Octavius would do whatever he could to get out of actually talking about it.
Theo smiled what Octavius thought was an evil smile, and replied, “That we will.”
“Do we all have to go?” Cormac asked slowly.
“Yes!” Octavius snapped, glaring at the wolf. “You better be ready to go with everyone else tomorrow, as I have no qualms about throwing you on a plane with nothing in hand. Anyway, everyone, go pack! Do you think Lilah will take Sprinkle?” He didn’t give Scarlett time to answer. “I’m sure she will! Prepare thyselves, we leave tomorrow at 9am!” He waved them on dramatically with his hands.
“Nine?” Cormac cried with a groan.
Octavius ran up the steps and into the private jet, leaving the others to follow behind. “OHHH!” he gasped.
Everything looked so shiny and new! Could have used a bit of color, as it was all different shades of beige. The jet was like a plane inside, if a plane had been mixed with a lounge. There were four bucket seats per shiny wooden table on the left side of the jet, and the right was just multiple rows of three bucket seats. At the very back, there was a door markedrestroom.
Usually, Octavius found such things as jets distasteful, with the whole pollution thing and all. Still he couldn’t help but enjoy looking at shiny new things. He was a hypocrite—so what?! It wasn’t like everyone else wasn’t one too.
“Ohh, it’s so big and nice! Look! Look! Turney, the seats turn into beds!” he yelled, as he plopped down into a seat in the last row on the right side, and started to recline all the way back.
“I guess that will be useful on a long flight like this one,” Turney said. The zombie walked to the row Octavius was in and stored his luggage in a bin above, before scooting past Octavius to take the seat next to him.
