This chapter took a while due to less romantic fluff/angst here and more "oh yeah, we're supposed to be running a hotel here."

There was a red gift box outside Tina's door the next morning, tied with black ribbon. Laying on top of it was a single white lily. There was no card, but she knew the culprit.

Tina looked down the hall both ways to make sure no one was watching. Then she bent down, picked up the box and shut the door. She might as well see what his strategy was this time.

She set the flower aside, untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. The first thing she saw was the pair of shoes she'd rejected last night. She sighed as she raised them to her eyelevel.

Every anniversary, Alastor would gift her with shoes. Because on the night he'd saved her from two demons intending to rape her, she'd ruined the only pair she could afford.

"Now that you're with me," he'd said on their first anniversary, "I'll make certain you never find yourself without footwear again!"

He'd chosen a pair of purple loafers this time. They were made of soft velvet, a golden rose sewn into each vamp. The black heels were elevated half an inch.

Tina begrudgingly put them on her feet. As she stood and walked around, she found they didn't pinch in any way. Alastor hadn't forgotten her size.

There was also an article of clothing, which Tina withdrew and held out in front of her. It was a purple fringe flapper dress with shoulder straps and a low back.

Well, she had said she didn't have anything to change into. Unless she wanted to wear the same thing as yesterday, she had no choice.

Once Tina was dressed, she took her purse, hat and brooch and went downstairs to the dining room. The smell of bacon and eggs hit her like a wall. Only Charlie and Vaggie were seated while Alastor and Niffty served the food.

"Ah, good morning, ma petite chauve-souris!" Alastor exclaimed the moment he saw her. "Did you sleep well?"

Tina didn't respond. It was way too early for her to be dealing with this shit.

She was about to pull out a chair, when Alastor suddenly appeared at her side and pulled it out for her. She refused to acknowledge him as she sat down and he pushed the chair beneath her.

Why does he have to keep being such a gentleman?

"Oh, but of course! How could I forget?" Alastor summoned a coffee pot and mug. "You haven't had your morning coffee yet! It'll wake you right up, my love!"

"Call me that again and I'll throw that coffee back in your face," Tina grumbled.

"Ha-ha!" His eyes gleamed as he filled her mug. "Even in the wee small hours of the morning, you're still as witty as ever!"

Tina tried to ignore him and focus on the others at the table. Vaggie was in a blue, fleece pajama top that hung off her left shoulder. She rubbed her eyes and greeted Tina with a yawn. Clearly, Vaggie wasn't a morning person, unlike Charlie, who looked as fresh as a daisy with her big smile, combed hair and clean tuxedo. Niffty was also energetic as she zipped to her seat, her eye flitting between Tina and Alastor.

"Here you are, dear!" He set a plate in front of the Songbat. "Three strips of bacon, two eggs, sunny-side-up, a little runny, with a dash of basil! Just how you like it!"

As much as Tina wanted to shove the plate in his face and watch the eggs drip over his eyes, she was hungry. She picked up her knife and fork and began cutting slowly.

As expected, Alastor plopped down in the seat next to her and poured himself a cup of coffee. Just like her, he didn't take any cream or sugar.

"I see you're wearing the dress and shoes I got you!"

Tina winced. "Only cuz I had nothin' else. Don't read too much into it."

Alastor sipped his coffee, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she took a bite of bacon. Neither of them said it, but they both knew he'd won this round.

There was a girlish scream behind them. Tina spun around to see Angel Dush in a pink cashmere sweater and shorts, his upper hands over his mouth.

"You monster!" His eyes watered as he glared at Alastor. "You turned Fat Nuggets into bacon?!"

Charlie froze with her mouth open, glancing at the bacon still on her fork.

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen!" Alastor rolled his eyes. "Your pig's fine! I got this bacon from the butcher's."

Angel sniffed. "R-Really?"

"Don't believe me, go check for yourself. I'm sure that plump little swine of yours is tangled up in your scandalous laundry or sniffing in your," Alastor cleared his throat, "adult toys."

The spider bolted back upstairs.

"He has a pet pig?" Tina asked.

"Yup." Vaggie used her fork to push the bacon from her eggs. "Alastor's always trying to eat him, so it's no wonder Angel freaked."

Tina sent her husband a sideways glare. "Al."

"What?" Alastor stuck his fork into a strip of bacon. "You can't blame me. After all, you always loved bacon!"

He opened his maw, revealing his salivating fangs as he put the whole strip in.

Tina lowered her silverware. "Suddenly, I've lost my appetite."

Once breakfast was over, and Angel Dust had indeed confirmed that Fat Nuggets was alive and well, playing around in his box of sex toys; Tina set out to fetch the hundred and fifty guests she'd promised. But not without giving her mischievous husband a strong talking to.

"Okay, Al," Tina said, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Let's get a few things clear." She began listing items off her fingers. "You are not to harass any of my employees. You are not to make deals with any of my employees. You are not to eat any of my employees!"

She poked him in the chest. "If I hear any complaints from 'em, I'm takin' that microphone of yours and shovin' it up your ass! Got it?"

Alastor smiled down at her with a half-lidded gaze. "You really are adorable, dear, when you get all feisty like that."

She scowled. "Did ya even hear a word I said?"

He bent down to her level. "I remember every word you say."

"Then remember this one." With one finger, she pushed his forehead away. "Scat."

Tina then made her way to the front door. But Alastor, with his shadow magic, beat her to it, and opened it up for her with a bow. She acknowledged him with a grunt as she stepped out. Then he started following after her.

"I said scat!"

"I need to get groceries," Alastor said innocently, "if we're to feed a hundred and fifty demons."

She clenched her fists at her sides. "Fine. But you'll have to make some vegetarian and vegan dishes."

Alastor looked as if she'd said a dirty word. "Please tell me you're joking."

She shrugged. "Some of my employees are particular."

His eyes narrowed. "They. Don't. Eat. Meat?"

"Vegetarians don't eat meat. Vegans don't eat animal products, period. But ya could still make some of your usual dishes if ya just use tofu instead of—"

"No!" He wagged a finger. "No, no, no, no! I will not be making jambalaya with tofu! Meat is an essential part of a nutritious lifestyle! And it's no wonder those vegans died in the first place if they thought they could survive on produce and grains alone!"

"Right." Tina rolled her eyes. "Cuz cannibalism is a much healthier way to go."

"At least I'm getting all my proteins!"

"No one's askin' ya to go vegan, Al. I'm just askin' ya to accommodate to other people's needs."

"Oh, really?" His eyes glowed dangerously as he bent down to her. "And since when do you care about accommodating to other people's needs?"

Tina pushed his face back and slammed the door before he could follow her out. Two paintings fell from the wall. Alastor grunted as he rubbed his nose. He glanced back at Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust and Niffty, who he'd almost forgotten were there.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?!"

The four of them looked away and whistled. Alastor gave a humph as he went out the door and slammed it shut. Five more paintings fell.

"If those two don't quit it," Vaggie said, "there won't be much of a hotel left to run."

"Is it just me," Angel said, pointing, "or is it fuckin' weird seein' Al flirtin' with someone?"

Vaggie rolled her eyes as she picked up a painting of Charlie's mother. "It's downright creepy."

Charlie went to help rehang the paintings. "I think it's kinda cute. I've never seen Al going out of his way to compliment somebody like that before."

"Charlie," Vaggie said steadily, "she's clearly not welcoming it."

"I don't know." Angel shrugged his upper shoulders while rubbing his chin with a lower hand. "I've seen old married couples fight before, and they're no exception. And something 'bout the way she mercilessly roasts him almost sounds playful at times."

"Yeah, Mrs. Tina expresses herself through comedy," Niffty said as she dusted off the picture frames. "She used to do stand-up before she started her own club."

Angel snorted. "So, Mr. Lame-Brain Dad Jokes hooked up with a pro comic? Whaddya know? Guess opposites do attract."

"Oh no." Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's bad enough I got Charlie and Niffty wanting to draw fanart of those two, do I have to worry about you too?"

"Hey, I ain't no scientist." Angel held up his upper hands and with his lower ones, made a finger go into a hole. "But the chemistry tween those two bickerin' lovebirds is undeniable."

"Friction's more like it." Vaggie pointed a warning finger at all three of them. "You heard what Husk said. Don't get involved. Unless things get heated, then we get Tina to safety."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "What makes ya think the bat will be the one who needs savin'?"

Vaggie extended her arms towards the door. "Cuz it's the Radio Demon!"

"Nah!" Niffty waved a hand. "Al's too sweet on Tina to get that crazy."

"I'm with the kid on that one," Angel said. "Bambi's been actin' like a lovesick fawn since the broad arrived."

"Did you see the dress he got her?" Charlie put her hands over her heart. "And how he made her favorite breakfast and poured her coffee?"

"He ain't just tryin' to butter her up." Angel made a heart with his upper hands. "He's offerin' her a free ticket to Smooch City, then next stop," he said, slapping his lower hands on his thighs, "Bone Town, party of two!"

Charlie cringed. "Yeah, um, pretty sure Alastor has something less racy in mind."

"Ugh!" Vaggie facepalmed. "Am I the only one here who hasn't lost their mind?" She glanced at Charlie. "Sorry, hon. But I'm serious. Whatever's going on between Alastor and Tina, it's their problem, their business. Keep out of it."

Everyone avoided eye contact with her.

"Okay." Vaggie took a deep, calming breath. "I'm gonna go start making copies of employee applications and new patient forms. We're gonna need a lot of them."

She walked off, and Angel watched until she was well out of earshot before speaking.

"So, Niffty," he said with a smirk, "how much ya wanna bet Deer Boy and Bat Girl will be boinkin' before this whole thirty-day deal's up?"

"Angel!" Charlie chastised.

"What?" He shrugged his lower arms. "They're married. It's allowed, ain't it?"

Niffty bounced in place with a squeal. "I'll bet you fifty bucks they'll be kissing again by Valentine's Day!"

"Ha!" Angel smacked his forehead. "If you can get 'em to work out their shit that fast, I'll go sober for reals!"

"And gimme fifty bucks too, right?"

He shook his lower hand with hers. "Ya got yourself a bet, kid!"

"Uh, actually, Angel," Charlie said, clasping her hands together, "you'll have to go sober anyway. See, Tina's issued a three strikes policy, so if we catch you doing anything bad three times, we'll have to ask you to, uh, leave the hotel. So…no drugs."

Angel blinked. "I'm sorry. What?!"

Tina hadn't been exaggerating. Come lunchtime, the hotel lobby was flooded with a hundred and fifty demons of all walks of afterlife. Succubae, hellhounds, animalistic demons, even a few imps. Angel Dust had put on his shiny pink dress and was ready to go flirt with the new arrivals, until he noticed one teeny, tiny flaw in his plan.

"Hold on." All four shoulders slumped. "Don't tell me these are all fuckin' dames!"

"Most troubled souls down here tend to be female," Tina said. "Didn't I mention that?"

"Aw!" Niffty pouted along with Angel Dust before she went back to cleaning rooms.

Vaggie pushed through the crowd. "How are we supposed to handle this? The lobby's not big enough for all these people!"

A sharp whistle came from the top of the staircase. Everyone turned and gasped to see the Radio Demon standing there, his staff at his side. A tall, canary demoness sent Tina a questioning look. The Songbat rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"Attention new employees and guests!" Alastor said with a bow. "My name is Alastor, co-manager of the Hazbin Hotel! I understand you're all eager to get settled into your rooms, but until then, refreshments will be served in the ballroom! If you'll just follow me—"

The new arrivals swarmed up the steps, taking the Radio Demon by surprise. He bolted to the left before they could trample him. At the bottom of the steps, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust and Tina backed into the railing to avoid the stampede.

"They haven't had much to eat these past few weeks," Tina explained. "Can ya blame 'em?"

"Excuse m-me!" piped a voice. "Miss T-Twinkle, can I t-talk to you for a s-second?"

The canary demon elbowed her way through the crowd. She was a lean woman, an inch taller than Charlie. Her wavy hair was sunshine gold, the same color as her feathers. It was pulled back by a black headband and went down to the small of her back. Her yellow face was small, her orange beak taking up most of it. If this weren't Hell, her pink eyes would give anyone cause for concern. She was dressed professionally with an orange pantsuit, carrying a clipboard.

"Oh, sorry," Tina said. "I should've introduced y'all earlier. Your Highness, Miss Vaggie, this is Carrie Canary, my DR Manager."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "What does DR stand for?"

"Demon Resources. Like Human Resources, but with demons. Carrie makes sure all my employees are treated fairly. So y'all can go to her with any complaints y'all might have about say," Tina said, glaring up the stairs, "a certain Radio Demon who won't leave well enough alone."

Angel burst out laughing. "You're kiddin'! You got fuckin' Human Resources in Hell?"

"That's…a great idea!" Charlie clapped her hands together. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Like anybody," Angel shouted between breaths, "would give a shit about…" He held his stomach as he doubled over. "That's the most ridiculous crap I've ever heard!"

Vaggie looked at Carrie and jerked her thumb towards the spider. "You'll be hearing from him a lot."

"I'm s-sure." Carrie gave Angel a look of bewilderment before turning back to the Songbat. "Anyway, Miss T-Twinkle, when you said you were going to r-relocate us to this hotel, you d-didn't m-mention that your ex-h-husband would be here."

"Yeah, that was," Tina said, crossing her arms, "unplanned."

"Oh, d-dear." Carrie bit her pink fingernails. "It's just that after you w-warned us to…" She glanced nervously up the stairs. "I m-mean you told us not to under a-any circumstances interact with him and that's going to be i-impossible if he's c-co-manager here so—"

"Carrie." Tina put a hand on her shoulder. "If he bothers ya, or someone else comes to ya 'bout him, just let me deal with him, okay?"

"B-B-But…" Carrie's clipboard shook in her tiny yellow hands. "Y-You told me he's a c-c-cannibal! W-What if he tries to—?"

"Again. Let me deal with him. Now go up to the ballroom, try to get everyone organized, get some water, okay?"

Tina patted her on the back and she nodded. "Y-Yes, Miss T-Tina. I t-trust you."

Carrie put her clipboard over her face and followed the crowd up the stairs. Angel was still laughing on the floor.

"Ya tellin' me that chick's supposed to handle our problems?" Angel pointed with one hand and smacked his forehead with another. "What's she gonna do? S-S-Stammer until we b-b-behave?"

Tina grabbed the back collar of his dress and hoisted him up with surprising strength. "Carrie may not seem like the bravest, but she's a real good mediator when put on the spot." She dropped the spider and turned to her co-managers. "Carrie's been with me for seven years now. I'd trust her with anything."

The hotel's ballroom was like something out of The Great Gatsby. Polished marble floor, high golden-paned ceiling, crystal chandeliers. It had a newer look than the rest of the hotel with the way everything sparkled. On one side of the room was a stage set with a red grand piano and a microphone stand for musical performances.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Charlie whispered to Tina as they entered. "One of the first things Al wanted to fix was the ballroom. After the kitchen and dining room, of course."

Tina's smile disappeared. "That so?"

"Mmm-hmm. He's been really helpful with the renovations. And keeping our bellies full, obviously."

Everyone else was gathered around a string of tables abundant with an assortment of hors d'œuvres. Alastor was greeting the new employees as he poured them punch. He was met with a mixture of fearful expressions, wary glances and flirtatious giggles. But the only demon Alastor seemed to really acknowledge was Tina, as he met her eyes from across the room. She quickly turned her attention back to Charlie.

"Yes, well…" Tina held an arm out towards the stage. "Shall we get started, Your Highness?"

The two of them stepped onto the stage. Charlie tapped the mic.

"Excuse me? Can I have your attention, please?"

But the chatting buzz of the crowd was too loud for the Princess to be heard over. That, or few seemed to care.

"If you could all just…? As Princess of Hell, I, uh…"

Flashbacks to the failed interview a few weeks ago gave Charlie a sudden case of stage fright. Then Tina gently pulled her back and stepped in between her and the mic. The Songbat put a hand over her amethyst brooch and cleared her throat.

When she opened her mouth, a high-pitched screech rang out. The mic caused it to reverberate throughout the room and everyone covered their ears. Except for Tina and Alastor.

"Sorry 'bout that," Tina said. "Now that I got y'all's attention…"

She took the mic off the stand and walked along the stage.

"Afternoon, ladies! And the very few gentlemen we have." She sent Alastor a pointed look. "I know the last couple of weeks have been tough, and this whole work-towards-redemption thing ain't what most of y'all had in mind. But hey? We got a roof over our heads once again, three square meals a day, and all we gotta do is be on our best behavior here. So, really. This ain't much different from how we ran things at The Reckoning."

There was a brief interval of murmurs and nods.

"Only this time, y'all won't just be answerin' to me, but for Princess Charlotte here. And yeah, yeah, I know y'all might think the demons-goin'-to-Heaven idea is a bunch of baloney." Tina turned to Charlie. "No offense, Your Highness."

Charlie smiled awkwardly and waved.

"So, if any of y'all wanna walk outta here right now, I won't fault ya for it." Tina held up a hand. "After all, your contracts were to work at The Reckoning, which doesn't exist anymore. Those of y'all who do stay, will be signin' new contracts with Her Royal Highness here. Similar rules, just different goals."

She scowled and pointed at the audience. "Which means our three strikes policy is still in effect, so don't think this means I'll start goin' easy on y'all."

A few demons walked out of the ballroom. One even swiped a platter of pigs-in-a-blanket and dashed out. But the majority of them stayed, listening to the Songbat.

"Anyone else feel like takin' their chances on the streets with all the sleazebags and predators out there?" Tina put a hand on her hip and waited. "No one? Good. Then I'll hand it off to my new business partner, Princess Charlotte Magne."

To Charlie's surprise, the crowd burst into applause. She whispered a thank you to Tina as she handed her the mic.

Alastor's clapping was the loudest. From the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, he'd known his Tina's flair for drawing an audience in. If her presence alone wasn't enough, her relaxed, playful, somewhat blunt demeanor was utterly engaging. Now she had taken her natural charisma to a new stage.

He was too much in awe of his wife to be hurt by the fact that in that inspirational speech, she hadn't mentioned him once.

"Uh, hi, everyone." Charlie waved weakly at the audience. "I'm Charlie. And as Tina said, here at the Hap—err, Hazbin Hotel, we believe that every sinner deserves a second chance! If we all put our heads together and work to sort out our, um, issues, I know each of you can achieve redemption and earn the right to go to Heaven!"

She was met with silence and a sea of uninterested stares.

Tina tipped the mic towards herself to say, "Or at the very least, free room and board."

That got them to cheer.

"Yes, well." Charlie tucked her hair back and pointed to the back of the room. "On that table back there, you'll find two piles of forms. One for employees, one for patients. Please fill out one or both, depending on whether you simply wish to work here, or if you want a shot at rehabilitation."

She held up a hand. "Take your time, try to be as honest as possible, and remember, there's no judgment here. In a little while, my partner Vaggie and I will start calling you one at a time for the interview process. As there are so many of you, this may take a few days. In the meantime, enjoy the refreshments our colleague Alastor has prepared, and by the end of the day we'll have your rooms assigned and ready."

The demons were in no hurry to grab their forms. Those that did, mostly took from the employee pile. Charlie's eyes lit up when she saw one or two take a patient form.

"Okay!" Charlie took a moment to clap her hands. "Who's up first?"

"So, Miss, uh…" Charlie glanced at the form in her hand. "Hil-day-jard?"

"Hildegard," the gray hellhound said in a thick, Slavic accent.

Hildegard towered over the Princess even while sitting down. According to her file, she was eight feet tall and three hundred fifty pounds. That weight was mainly due to her massive muscles. Her black hair was tied into two braids, her large arms crossed over her broad chest. Her red eyes glared down at Charlie, her mouth of fangs twisted in a sneer.

"And I, uh, see you worked as a bouncer for Tina," Charlie said, afraid to look up from the paper.

"Yes," Hildegard said stiffly. "I protect Miss Twinkle."

"Good. Because we could use some security in case any fights break out or some less, uh, savory characters crash—"

Without warning, Hildegard's paw slammed down on the desk. Charlie yelped and hid behind the form.

"Sorry." The hellhound wiped her paw off her black muscle shirt. "There was bug."

"So, Dr. Cougarton," Vaggie said, "exactly what kind of doctor are you?"

Dr. Cougarton lived up to her name in appearance. Her lion-like head was hairless, unless you counted the thin coat of light brown fur. She looked professional in her blue blazer and pencil skirt. Her ankles were crossed with her paws laid over her lap in a ladylike fashion.

"I'm a psychiatrist." Dr. Cougarton flashed her feline fangs. "I think I can help with your little project, as I spent a significant amount of time in rehab. Now, I'm not so certain if Heaven is possible, but I think I can help your new guests and employees develop some self-control over their vices while here."

Vaggie leaned forward in interest. "What kind of rehab?"

"Drugs, gambling, but mostly sex addicts."

Vaggie scoffed. "You'll certainly be helpful with Angel Dust."

"Oh, yes. I look forward to working with him." Dr. Cougarton's yellow eyes gleamed. "He's quite an interesting specimen, even if he is homosexual."

Vaggie paused in flipping through the form at this comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I wasn't being judgmental." The psychiatrist waved her paw. "I simply wonder if he's willing to make an exception for me."

This confused Vaggie further. She skimmed down to what she believed was the most crucial question on the form.

"What did you say your sins were?"

"In Biblical terms," Dr. Cougarton said, shifting in her seat, "I believe it would be classified as adultery. Only one or two of my patients happened to be married, and I like to think my sessions actually fixed some of their problems."

Vaggie's eyes widened at the long list of names written in the "sins" section of the form.

"If I may be so bold, Miss Vagatha." Dr. Cougarton's voice dropped an octave as she circled her finger on the desk. "Exactly…how exclusive is your relationship with the Princess?"

Vaggie dropped the paper. "Excuse me?"

"I'm only asking out of curiosity." The psychiatrist purred as she leaned forward. "For instance, are you open to threesomes?"

With a heavy blush, Vaggie stood from her seat. "W-We'll, uh, talk to you later. A-About the job, not the…" She winced. "Just get out, okay?"

"Well, Miss Proxy, I was thrilled to see you filled out both the employee and patient forms!" Charlie held said forms up excitedly. "You actually believe in redemption?"

"Eh." The short, racoon demoness held up a so-so sign before recrossing her arms. "Mostly I'm just trying to stop a problem of mine. It's not a big problem, but it does get people mad."

"What kind of problem? Hey, where's my pen?"

Proxy slid the pen back onto the desk. "Sorry. I was admiring it."

"No problem." Charlie took the pen and looked over the employee form. "So, anyway. You want to work on the cleaning staff?"

"Yeah." Proxy shrugged as she slumped in her seat. "I mean it was all I did in life and all I did at Tina's and what else have I got going for me with no high school diploma?"

"Well, our head maid Niffty will certainly be happy to have some—that's odd. I could've sworn my stapler was right there."

Proxy sighed and held up the stapler. "Again, sorry. That happens."

Just as Charlie took the stapler, she noticed Proxy swipe the Princess's nameplate. "By any chance is that, err, problem of yours…kleptomania?"

"How'd you guess?"

"No, seriously." Vaggie put her hands together and pointed them at the twins sitting across from her. "You two didn't sign up as patients just so you can live here rent-free and not work?"

Dana and Dinah were two praying mantis demonesses with green faces, bug-like blue eyes, antenna sticking out of their heads, and long, slim arms. The twins were identical, the only way to tell them apart being that Dana had her fluffy white hair pulled back in a ponytail, while Dinah had hers in a single braid. They both wore skintight pink dresses with plunging necklines, but not enough for them to be mistaken for sex workers.

"We'll be honest, love," said Dana on the right, in the British accent she shared with her sister.

"No one likes work," said Dinah on the left.

Dana nodded. "That's a given."

"But we also think—"

"—this Heaven idea is worth a shot."

"Because we should've gone up there in the first place."

"As we didn't do anything wrong."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow. "If you didn't do anything wrong, why are you both down here?"

Dinah rolled her wrist. "Alright, so maybe—"

"—according to the Man Upstairs—" Dana pointed upwards.

"—what we did was technically wrong."

"But is it really so wrong to love your sister?" Dana put her hand on her twin's knee.

Dinah laid her hand over hers. "More than anything in the world?"

"And it's not like we were harming anybody."

"And we had all our STD tests."

"And accidental pregnancy is impossible of course."

"And we were loyal, so it cannot be classified as adultery."

The twins were now looking at each other intensely, their chairs scooting closer together. When Vaggie saw how tightly their hands were holding, her eyes widened in horror.

"Um, uh…" Vaggie slowly stood. "Would you…excuse me for just one moment?"

She raced out of the office and into the bathroom. Where she hurled her breakfast into the toilet.

Why do I keep getting stuck with all these sex-crazed lunatics?

Don't worry, I'm not gonna bore you with all 150 guests. But man, was it difficult coming up with minor OCs who aren't gonna contribute much to the story except as running gags.

I promise next chapter will have more of our main couple.