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Bill had been ready to listen to Agent Coventry’s excuse when the vampire, Mithias, interjected:

[b]Director…Come with us to Madame Red’s. You want answers, and your presence would add far more weight to the importance of the party. Surely you have some ‘nice’ ties in your collection?[/b]

Bill metaphorically fortified all of his personal walls at the suggestion of him going to the ball. The assistant director’s eyes lowered to his desk, mostly to the hands that rested on it. His fingers were interlaced as his old eyes seemed to stare as though he were recalling a memory. The man frowned, and he decided to actually be a little honest with the vampire and the witch (since she just so happened to be there).

“I can’t go to the ball,” he confessed. “[b][url=http://img11.deviantart.net/22d6/i/2013/164/0/a/blood_countess_by_kejablank-d68wcej.jpg]Madame Red’s[/url][/b] been trynna’ bite my neck for years. I have more responsibilities now, which means I have access to things y’all don’t know. If she bites my neck, the entire Syndicate could be compromised. She’s an important contact, but she ain’t worth risking this business over.”

Bill’s brown eyes returned to Mithias. “Now will you get the fuck out of my office? I gotta deal with this agent right now.”

[@Witch Cat][@Wraithblade6]