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This was it, right here, right around this corner would be where the noise was coming from... It could be an intruder. Or a prisoner, escaped from the dungeons. She still wasn't very sure what all was down here. The lucky moment, here goes...
And it was Walter.
Walter, hair slightly frazzled, holding a tray with a tea kettle, cup, little plate of those crackers she liked so much, kicking the crap out of the door in front of him. Well, he should have been, but the iron door didn't so much as dent, as was expected.
But he kept kicking.
He didn't look especially angry though, more exasperated at whoever was beyond the doorway. Wasn't that Master's room?
Seras got her answer, at the hair raising cackle that came from behind it,"You are wasting your time! I'm not coming out now, I'm not coming out never! Give it up Walter, you will ne" And that's when Seras flinched, a sharp cracking coming from the door. The doorknob had been kicked clear off. And with a sharp push from his heel, Walter had flung the door open. Seras ran forward to help, maybe Master was hurt, or sad, or about to be hurt and sad because he was playing with something he shouldn't have been, like the time he had tried to change the light bulb.
What Seras did see was, her Master, not sad or hurt, but confused, blinking wildly at the door practically hanging off its hinges. Walter smiled calmly, walking in and setting down the tray on his table. He stood, smoothed down his hair, then bowed slightly. Alucard only had enough time to notice there wasn't even a scuff on his shoes before it hit,"Alucard, you should know better than to... Express your care for Miss Victoria somewhere where Miss Integral can just waltz in."
Seras blushed. Alucard smirked,"She should have known better, from all the cooing that was coming from that room."
Seras blushed more, then huffed,"Master! Don't speak like that, it... It wasn't my fault..."
She grew quiet and small, fiddling with her hands,"I mean, its not like she said we couldn't... I didn't know that.. You know.. She would have minded..." She looked up again at both of them,"And now I'm stuck with her being angry with me! I cant even speak with her for 2 seconds without her giving me an order. Do you have any idea what I've been through all morning?"
"Yes Miss Victoria, we are well aware of what you've been doing. From the crash and explosion earlier today, we all know how you've been gracefully accepting the chore to unload most of the weaponry, and that you don't pay close attention to where the stairs are chipped..." Said Walter calmly, fixing his monocle.
Damn she hated Mondays. Always work. Always work. Well, there was always work every other day of course, but Monday's were the worst. All the things that she let slide over the weekend build up, then come back to haunt her the moment her alarm clock goes off Monday morning.
It wasn't like she took the weekends off. Oh no, if she did that it would be as if Hell itself opened up the moment she walked into her office. No, but her troops got weekends off, if nothing happened. Which, nothing never happens. Its always something. Always. If its a new case of lawsuits against them its a problem with money. She had enough, yes, but it seemed the more you had the more trouble it was. And, running this business required loads of money.
Yes, Mondays were always the worst. Especially Mondays that follow even worse weekends.
Integral sighed heavily, pushing that thought from her mind as she scanned down another file. The weekend attack had caused allot of commotion, thank goodness that it wasn't near any cities. No, another freak factory had been rooted out, somewhere near the coast. A food packaging company that was on hard times, it seemed life was just a little too tough for the owner, who went and 'loaned' it to whoever it was making those damn things. They found him as the one who had bitten all the employees, shot himself in the head.
She picked up his file again, looking at the tired eyes of the young man.
'If I were only so lucky.' She thought grimly, tossing the file away with a sharp sigh, no time to mope. No, too much to do...
"Miss Integral?" Came the familiar voice from outside her office, followed by a soft knock.
"Come in Walter." She said, looking up after scribbling her signature across some document or another.
Her butler walked in gracefully, years of practice showing nicely as he practically danced around two chairs, a plant, and set the tray down on the only bare spot on her desk in less than 3 seconds, without spilling a drop,"Twelve o' clock sir, your afternoon's tea is a personal favorite. A brew from Egypt, a little on the bitter side, but good to perk one up. Especially if that certain person cant find her own thoughts in such a mess of work."
Integral scowled at him and reached over as he finished pouring her some, and leaned back in her leather chair,"If I had a bigger desk they wouldn't be able to fit it through the door, and I'd be damned if I get an even bigger filing system." She said, cocking her head in the direction of the file drawers on the other side of the room. It went up to the ceiling, higher than the bookcase next to it.
"Well, then you will just have to. Do. Less. Work." He said with a small smile, lips pressed into fine lines, standing up again, eyes slowly looking her over. When was the last time Integral had a vacation? Or a full night's sleep for that matter? It didn't seem any recent time, dark circles were beginning to form under her icy blue eyes, which looked ever piercing, just more strained. She sighed at length and ran a hand through her hair, sipping at the tea again. After a small cringe at the taste she became more accustomed to it, and had to admit she liked the hint of cinnamon in it,"If I do less work Walter, this organization will crumble the moment I sleep in."
"Oh, no, sleeping in wont do Sir." Walter mused, taking a seat on one of the velvet padded chairs in front of her desk,"A vacation is more likely in order."He added, seeing her open her mouth to interrupt,"And going on a business trip doesn't count."
She shut it, then went quiet. The thought was... appealing, yes, but the same way having a pet monkey was appealing. Wanted, but in the end was way too much trouble than one would expect. A monkey would need feeding and cleaning and attention and if someone got bit by it she would just have another pile of lawsuits and paperwork to fill out when she got back. So, no, no monkey.
"You are kidding, right Walter?" She said, laughing a bit at the end as she reached to pour herself more tea,"Who would run this place? You? You are skilled Walter, but not that skilled. You cant cook and clean AND counter sue at the same time, right?" She was being sarcastic, yes, but Walter just smiled at her.
"I am not the only adult here, Sir. There are plenty of men in the troops"
"Exactly. Troops. They have their own problems to deal with."
" The other servants "
"Which also have their own jobs."
" The Wild Geese..." He trailed off, expecting another snappy comeback about how incompetent they were, but, instead, he was met with slow blinking from the other side of the desk, then she burst out laughing, leaving the poor butler only to blink as well.
They weren't that bad, were they...?
You know im not good at this ending stuff. So, um, read, review, and.. yes...