Ok, I'm finally gonna start this one! I've been planning it forever, and I've got the time, so I figured I'd do it now before I forget again. I do that a lot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the related characters. But I do own Megan. :)
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"I won't do this anymore Mr. Masters!"
Anne marched down the hall in a huff. He followed her, asking a question he already knew the answer to.
"What happened?" She stopped at the front door, and put her hands on her hips.
"I can't take this anymore! The green vultures were fine, I hardly ever saw them and they never came anywhere near me. But last night, for the tenth time this month, I had some annoying little floating man ask me what kind of cheese I preferred." Vlad made a mental note to throw the Dairy King into the Ghost Zone. "I'm through!" With that, she turned on her heal, and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Two weeks later, Vlad Masters sat at the desk in one of his studies. He had the sudden urge to bang his head on his desk. He'd been interviewing new maids for the past few days, and they were all driving him crazy! He'd noticed that most were either lazy or blonde. The blonde ones were ditzy and seemed like they'd probably talk more than clean, and the lazy ones were either yapping about something he really didn't care about, or were asking for smoking breaks. He didn't think anything was more annoying than listening to Jack, but these people had proved him wrong.
Someone knocked on the door. Great. I feel another headache coming on. "Come in." he called. The door opened and he looked up.
He was surprised to see a tall brunette with bright blue eyes standing there. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a pale pink shirt, somewhat like Jazz's, and long jeans. She walked over and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk.
He felt like he knew her. Like he'd seen her before, but he couldn't remember where. It was weird, he knew he'd seen her somewhere. But why did it matter? He saw lots of people, mostly for business. Why did this one person make a difference? She didn't look familiar from one of the many meetings he had though. So, then, where…
"Mr. Masters? Hello?" she waved her hand in front of his face.
"Hm? What?" he noticed she was looking at him with a half curious, half amused look on her face.
"Are you ok? You look kind of tired."
He nodded. "Yes, I'm very tired." Then he remembered why she was there. He looked down at the list of questions he'd written down. After the first day he'd made a list just to keep himself on track. He'd been very tired lately for some reason. He'd asked the same questions so many times it was getting very tedious. "Name?"
"Megan Dailey."
"Age?"
"38"
"Previous occupations?" This sounded almost silly to him, but he really didn't care at the moment.
"I'm a librarian."
"Really?" That had come from nowhere. Her answer had just kind of surprised him.
"Yes. I work at he library a few miles from here."
"Alright. What can you do?"
"I can cook most things, and I can come clean every day except Saturday."
"That's fine." At least she hadn't asked for a smoke break every hour. "You're the most sensible sounding person I've talked to in days, so you're hired."
"Great. Thank you Mr. Masters." She stood up and headed for the door.
"Wait," Said Vlad. "One more question before you leave."
She turned around to face him. "Yes?"
"Are you afraid of ghosts?" She gave him a skeptical look, but noticed that he looked dead serious.
"No," She said. "I don't believe in ghosts." Then she turned and walked out the door.
Yays! I finally posted it! A warning: This fic going to be very cliché, so if you don't like clichés, you may want to read something else. But the cliché will be changed later, I promise it will get more interesting. Please review! And flames are ok.