Of Course

You have the Seer make reservations at a nice restaurant as well as extend an invitation to Mandy.

You watch as the agents leave for the airport. You can barely keep from laughing a maniacal laugh. In about seven hours your biggest problems will be gone and you’ll be celebrating with Mandy.

You busy yourself largely waiting for the day to end. With a few minutes left of the day, The Seer and Mandy show up at your office. Mandy looks delightfully nervous.

You take a good look at her. She is thin with small breasts and an extremely unflattering tan dress. Her hair is brown and looks like it could use some attention. She looks like a work obsessed librarian. Her black frame glasses do nothing to help.

She looks like she wants to hide. “Miss Hampton...why...did you want to see me.”she stutters.

“Mandy, I’m meeting with lots of my staff to assess them. I think you have potential.”

It isn’t a lie. There is a smoldering sexuality lurking under her unpleasant exterior.

“Come, follow us.”

You and The Seer head to your car. You hold the door for Mandy and she stutters a ‘thank you’. Ten minutes later you are seated in a really nice restaurant.

You don’t really need to eat human food, but you order the lobster and a bottle of wine. The Seer follows your lead ordering lobster. Mandy looks like a deer in the headlights.

“Ah...we’ll...ah...I’ll have the big salad.”

She looks at you. “I’m...um...a vegan.”

You grin. “I’m surprised, you look like you’d enjoy a big slab of meat.”

You pour Mandy a glass. She looks at you panicked.

“Don’t tell me you don’t drink wine, dear? This is a two hundred dollar bottle.”

“Um...well...I guess...I’ll have some.”

The Seer places her hand on Mandy’s shoulder. She jumps. It gives you more than enough time to slip a vial in her drink.

“So Mandy, where do you see yourself in five years?”

Your question snaps Mandy’s attention back to you. You watch The Seer place a dripping wet finger into Mandy’s wine and stir. You smile, you know where that finger has been.

“I...um...don’t know. I love my job!”

“Don’t be so nervous, Mandy. A toast.”

You raise your glass and watch Mandy drink.

Mandy gives you a tentative smile. “This really is good wine.

The food comes. After a few more glasses of wine you manage to get Mandy to engage in small talk.

Soon she begins to sweat.

Mandy puts a hand on the table. “Whoa, might have had a bit much wine. Is it hot in here?”