My Most Precious Human

I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, hearing the overwhelming beating of my own heart. I kept thinking about why my words made Sariel so angry, and more importantly, was he still angry at me for asking that stupid question? I hoped not. The relationship between him and me was fragile even without any additional conflicts. Thankfully, Gabriel seemed to be less prejudiced against me. It would only make my job much harder…

I got up as if I hadn't slept at all. I splashed cold water on my face over a hundred times before I started to resemble a human being, and not that I resembled any attractive inhuman before doing it. I was only a beginner when it came to cosmetics and make-up. In my twenty-five years of living, I didn't really have time to care about my looks. I was a fast learner. I had the full theory, but experience and skills were completely different stories. I stood in front of the mirror trying to fix my lashes so they wouldn't resemble insect feet. Fortunately, Martha came in just in time to give me a hand.

"You should be thankful that your skin doesn't require much make-up. You are lovely as you are." She smiled as she gently tapped a bit of loose powder on my cheeks.

"Not today… I got up looking like I had escaped from the remake of the Night of the Living Dead," I scoffed at myself.

"Tough night? What happened?" Martha seemed deeply concerned.

"Well, the Duke got angry with me yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't even mention that I've found out about the human he loved and how it all ended. I made foolish assumptions and apparently said a little too much." I smiled awkwardly.

"Maybe it's because you resemble her…" Martha muttered under her breath, but I heard her quite well.

"What did you say?" I asked, gazing into her eyes.

"Nothing…" She tried to dissuade me from the topic.

"Oh, come on! Who do I resemble?" I was going to make her talk no matter what.

Laura, the human whom the Duke loved," she claimed,

gasped. All the scenes with Sariel ran through

would explain a lot. I foolishly believed that there was something within me that he found attractive, but I guess I am merely a poor reflection

"The Duke wouldn't keep you in the castle because of sentiment. He is too cruel for that…" She realized she overdid it with honesty and quickly

on to. As stupid as it was, I could feel more at ease

off the thoughts about Sariel and decided to focus on work. I put on a stylish

thing I wanted was

He took Mr. Gotha with him, and they

make them leave… for a second. Then I made a quick resolution in my mind not to dwell on anything else except for my job. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to find out firsthand if Sariel was still mad at me. It was enough that I knew that I would meet him later, after work, when I

was called a "useless slut" and a "vampires' toy". Well, I wouldn't give them points for creativity, even though I found those names quite amusing. What concerned me more was the fact that the tones

again. It looked like those employees who made them had never corrected their ways of working. I decided to check if those people were still working for the company. I seriously hoped they weren't. The last thing I wanted was to be the reason why someone would get fired. Of course, it must have happened several times before with my previous

in front of my laptop and took a deep breath. I had unlimited access to human resources files, so I could easily check the current position of those who landed on my black list. It was truly

to Gabriel that there was no reason to terminate the contracts of those employees from my first report, but I was about to give him proof of something completely opposite. The worst part

in increasing numbers the further I went with my investigation. The sums of money the bank had lost because of them grew in my report. The list of the potential people to fire was also getting longer, and my anxieties rose with every name I

is some kind of nightmare!" I cried out, enraged by

hours, I had already found over forty incompetent people who should never have been working at a bank. I checked their files, and it turned out that only two of

are going to kill me when they find out…" I

at the report. I also knew that people wouldn't blame the CFO or CEO; they would blame the one who wrote the damn report! The proportions between humans and vampires that were on the list also looked as if I was biased. I also knew that if I were to stand in front of all the employees and state my arguments, they wouldn't listen, and