Rita POV

Vaughn Du Clark sat imperiously in his office as always and Rita couldn't wait for the day when that seat would be hers. It wasn't that she wanted her father dead. It was just pure business. Everyone wanted to be on the top, relatives or not. She noticed a line-up of their secretaries and other female workers. Frowning she walks into the office without knocking.

"Ah, sweetheart. So, what do you think?"

"What do I think of what exactly?" She rolls her eyes. Vaughn seemed to always think that people, especially her, could read his mind. She was thankful she couldn't. Who knew what immorality lurked in there.

He manages to roll his head, as if it were his eyes and laugh.

"One of these lucky girls will be brave enough to venture into the lair of the dead." He says his hands flailing about, trying to impress her somehow. She doesn't move, mostly immune to his antics. Sighing, she takes a deep breath. Sometimes she was sure her father was a little child. Which meant the need for patience.

"I don't have time for this. Be specific."

"Just like your mother." He says, shaking his head.

"I'm pretty sure you don't even remember my mother." She scowls, pretending like it doesn't bother her that her father didn't even care whom he impregnated.

"Fine, fine, if I must explain. We have a zombie hunter, a.k.a. Major. But we also need to keep an eye on the meddlesome medical examiner, Olivia Moore. The detectives have been here one too many times and with her zombie-state she knows more than she should. And interestingly enough, she's looking for a roommate! Isn't that great, darling? So, one of these girls is going to become that roommate. Now that we're on the same track, which one do you think will do?" His face lights up and randomly starts pointing at each girl.

Rita's mind was whirling. On an impulse decision words come out before she has time to stop them.

"I'll do it."

"What?" Vaughn looks at her. If she wasn't so overcome by what just came out of her mouth she would've enjoyed seeing Vaughn surprised like that.

"I'll be the roommate. I can do some spying. Come on dad. I'm your daughter, you've taught me the art of manipulation and lies."

"I guess no one would be more qualified than you for this." Her father concedes and doesn't think more of it.

Rita sat down at her desk. Why had she said that? Why would she willingly give up the privacy of her apartment? Why would she want to live with someone who wanted to eat her brains?

A flash of the platinum blonde sitting on Rita's desk came unbidden. First blood dripped from the zombie's mouth but soon the blood was gone and the zombie's hand was reaching to unbutton Rita's dress.

"Okay, okay. That's it." Rita says out loud.

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes. She nearly puked at the thought of daydreaming about a hot zombie touching her. Was that why she said yes to being Olivia's roommate? She was obviously mentally stunted if she was having the hots for Major and Olivia. A devious smile appeared on her face at the thought of a threesome. Somehow she doubted the pale zombie would be willing to share.