"Okay, so Mirajane's the new head of New York. Is that all?" Satana asked, leaning back into her seat.

Ynna nodded. "We trust that you'd keep your father up to speed with the recent play of events."

"So you just called me here as a witness to my employee getting crowned the ruler of the city?" asked the redhead.

"If we were tactless, yes." Ayesha stirred her drink in her teacup, "We also ask that you relieve Miss Strauss of her duties as an employee in your business."

"What?"

"The ruler of New York can't be seen as having a job as unbefitting as a waitress, can we?" Ynna said.

"What do you think, Miss Strauss?" Ayesha asked, making all the women, even Danny and Dongfang Long, turn to her.

"I have no problems with my job," said the platinum blonde.

"But it leaves a lot to be desired, am I right?" Ayesha was good at drawing out things from Mirajane. "Economic security is one, I'm sure."

At Mirajane's silence, Ynna's stare returned to Satana, "If it's manpower, we'd be more than willing to provide them to you."

"I don't need bloodsuckers in my business." Satana hissed under her clenched teeth.

"Not even Elder Vampires?" Ayesha snapped a finger and another holographic scene appeared in the middle of the table. In it, Mirajane could see a row of people who–

Mirajane's eyes widened. "They're the…"

"Always know that a [True Vampire] supersedes that of an [Elder Vampire]. It's our culture." Ynna said with a coy smile.

"What have you done to them?" Danny asked, concern in his face.

"The [Vampire Imprint] that they've suppressed has been reawakened. Makes them… pliable."

Mirajane looked at her peop… at Bob and Ted. "You have that power on them?"

Ayesha didn't miss the look on Mirajane's face, "Miss Strauss, trust me when I say this: everything we're doing is in good faith. We have been trying to be as transparent as we can with you."

"Why?"

"Call it 'amassing good karma.'" Said Ynna. "We'd rather not be the enemy of one who controls [Demons]."

At the mention of demons, all eyes settled on her. Even Danny's looked at her with a grim expression.

"All we're saying is that we can be your allies, Miss Strauss. Just give us a chance." Ynna said in finality.

At the complete silence, she continued, "To prove our sincerity, let me tell you something: the fact that you were able to overwrite a [Vampire's Imprint] has most of our kind at edge. It's never been done before and it's very polarizing. They're saying that it can either be our salvation or our ruin. As we speak, more and more of our kind are ending up on opposite sides of the discussion. I wouldn't be surprised if other covens are already making plans to approach or harm you."

"Are you saying that Mirajane has placed herself in a precarious situation?" asked Danny.

"The moment she arrived here, she placed a mark on her head." Ayesha said solemnly. "I don't speak for the entire supernatural community, but vampirekind now considers you a very big target."

"Which is why we, the [Council of True Vampires], are giving you all the things that you'd probably need in the upcoming days."

Ayesha turned to the Ancient One, "We also hope that you support the new ruler of New York."

A tense silence followed.

Satana Hellstorm broke the silence, "Mirajane, as much as I hate to say this but I'm firing you."

The platinum blonde sighed in defeat, "I understand."

"Don't worry, it's for the best." Ayesha's smile was bright.

Mirajane knew that but in her heart, it felt like she was beaten to the ground.

"Well, is that everything then?" the dark skinned man standing behind the Ancient One spoke.

"I believe so." Ynna nodded. "Please be reminded that Miss Strauss is officially allied with us, the True Vampires. A slight to her is a slight to us."

"You make it sound as if we are hostile to Miss Strauss," said the Ancient One.

"Are you?" Ayesha fired back.

The Ancient One didn't reply.

As the meeting was about to close, Dongfang Long, who refused to partake in the earlier conversations, finished eating.

Satana had immediately rushed out of the room, followed by the Ancient One and her people. That left Mirajane, her entourage, Danny and the vampires.

"I will never get tired of feasts." He patted his stomach, smiling to himself. "Oh, and Miss Strauss, as a measure of goodwill, I'm placing one of my men under your care."

The male vampire raised a hand and one of the men who stood behind him stepped forward.

Mirajane looked at the man. She reckoned that he was a few inches taller than her. Lean yet athletic, Mirajane likened this guy to those Korean pop-star people she saw on posters and on TVs on the streets of Koreatown. His black hair contrasted with his porcelain skin, making him appear youthful even though his expression betrayed that.

Dongfang Long nudged the man's side, "Go on, introduce yourself."

The man wanted to roll his eyes, Mirajane could tell, but it was like a younger brother finding his older brother's antics childish. "Jeong Baekho, at your service."

"He'll serve as a liaison between us." Dongfang Long said.

"And keep tabs about what I'm doing, I'm sure." Mirajane said, exhausted. It was a tiring day. No one is that helpful for no reason. There's a good chance that these vampires were already playing her.

"That too." At least Dongfang Long looked shamefaced.

"Can I say no?" She pointed at Baekho.

Dongfang Long shrugged, "You could, but you're just going to make his life harder. He'll still tail you. Probably watch over you even when you sleeping and taking a bath and taking a du–ow!"

Ynna and Baekho smacked him in the head.

"Sorry. Well since we're being transparent; that's what Baekho's other job's gonna be. He really will serve as our in-between person."

"I can never say no to you guys, can't I?" Mirajane wanted to smash her head on the table. It was only her demons who held her back from doing such a thing. Keeping up with appearances and all that.

"You can, actually." Ayesha said sympathetically, "It's just not the best option."

"Fine." Mirajane stood up and offered a handshake, "My name's Mirajane Strauss. I hope we can work well together."

"What have you gotten yourself into, Mirajane?" Danny cornered her right after he saw Mirajane gave a Sanctorum-class artefact to a kid out side of the restaurant.

"I work here, Danny," she said simply.

"Does Matt know?"

"Of course."

"Everything?" Danny found that hard to believe.

"Um, he doesn't know what happened earlier yet, but he knows everything else," Mirajane told him. "I've been very honest with him."

"So he knows about all this? The supernatural?"

She nodded. "It took him a couple of days to internalize it but yeah."

"I don't believe it." Danny crossed his arms. He then recalled what that Ynna person had said, "What does that vampire mean that you could control demons?"

"I'm magic, Danny," Mirajane sighed.

"Really?"

"Yes." Mirajane tried to hide her tiredness. It was an exhausting day; from getting harassed, to getting summoned to God knows where, getting fired from her job, and ending up the unofficial ruler of New York. All she wanted to do is just go home, run a hot bath and just…

The vampires from earlier came out of the restaurant, followed by Bob and Ted. Since Bob and Ted were Mirajane's... er… since Bob and Ted were attached to Mirajane, they too quit their jobs after the meeting adjourned. Despite Mirajane's insistence that they didn't have too, the two males reminded her that they were only working there because she was working there.

Ynna walked over to the duo. "Miss Strauss, I understand that today has been an exhausting day for you but the day's not over yet." She broke into a big grin, an easy-going one, "I'm excited to tell you that it's best if you come follow us."

Danny separated from the group once he saw where Mirajane was staying, telling her that he was going to Matt's place to drag him here.

"I know this place," said Mirajane.

"You should, this was where you fought Camilla." They were in the affluent part of New York. Specifically, they stood in front of the building Mirajane blew up days ago.

Construction was underway because the top of the building's been blown off but it was still a pretty flashy building.

"Don't tell me I'm living here? This is a hotel."

"What was once Camilla's is now yours," told Ynna tauntingly. "Of course, you blew up her floor, but there are still other rooms for you to stay in. Also, since Camilla only employed driven staff, I hear construction's about to wrap up. Lucky you."

The next couple of minutes happen to be the most… surreal thing Mirajane's ever experienced. Granted, from her time as an S-Class mage, with her earnings, she's had her fair share of living the luxurious life, but the standard of living in this world was certainly higher than from where she is from.

Camilla used to own the penthouse of the building but since that's still being fixed, Mirajane's been given one of the sub-penthouses for the time being.

This was where Bob and Ted began to ask questions. It all boiled down to the fact that the two were worried that since construction was underway, the noise would penetrate into the Mirajane's new home.

Ayesha quelled their answers by saying that a simple silencing charm could keep the construction noise at bay.

They were approached by one of the building's staff. He looked surprised but it quickly changed into one of hospitality.

At the staff's immediate 180 change, Mirajane looked at the people she was with. Dongfang Long and his associates were dressed in the sleekest of suits, Ynna was smartly but fashionably dressed, while Ayesha no longer wore her pelt tribal clothing and instead wore clothes made from expensive-looking cloths.

The vampires were definitely dressed to impress.

Considering that New York was a city crowded with people, she knew that the apartment space being given to her was very spacious. She's been into Jessica, Misty and every one of the guy's apartments in [Heroes for Hire], and aside from Danny and Matt, they lived in very modest spaces. Her new living space was a blessing.

Plus her new residence's already been fully furbished. Even the refrigerator's been stocked. Of course, considering that it's been tailored to Camilla's taste, everything was very gaudy and expensive.

The staff people failed to hide their curious looks. When Mirajane decided to ask one of them why, she was told that they were told that their new boss was set to arrive today. Who it was, they believed it was one of the people around Mirajane.

She wanted to ask further but the vampires were already calling out her name from the elevator.

To start off, her supposed living quarters, while not yet finished, was supposed to be a five bedroom apartment that was near identical to what it was originally. It was also located at the top of the building. The staff people called it a penthouse. It had high ceilings and very smart use of spaces. If asked how Mirajane would describe the place, she'd describe it as 'deceptively spacious.'

It was night time and the construction people have recently added the glass panels, but she could tell that during the day, without curtains, the room would be well-lit. Plus the view outside: Central Park.

On her temporary living quarters, it was similar to the floor above, but Mirajane could tell that all the best was upstairs. Still, it was definitely luxurious.

"You're moving out?" Matt asked.

"Magic stuff." Mirajane told him, as if that explained everything.

"Why?"

Mirajane had come home to his apartment, a duffel bag in her hand, and the first three words from her mouth was, "I'm moving out." Well, after politely asking him how his day was. Their conversation moved into his guestroom that served as Mirajane's temporary room.

He could 'see' that Mirajane was in the process of packing the few things she's managed to get in the weeks that she's been here. Clothes, a few trinkets, the girls stuff.

"I'm…" Mirajane paused. She had dumped all of her clothes from the room's drawer into her bed and was folding them in perfect rectangles before stacking them. "Remember when I told you that I kinda blew up a building?"

"What's that got to do with this?"

"Well…"

Mirajane was looking at a nice stack of neatly folded clothes. "…so I'm kinda the new ruler of New York. At least for the magical kind."

"What does the ruler of New York even do?" Matt figured out a long time ago that accepting all the things Mirajane told her was a key component to an unstressed mind.

Mirajane began putting the stacks of clothes into her duffel bag, careful not to ruin their neat pile. "I'm not sure. They told me that the previous ruler kept supernatural forces from appearing in the city."

"So you'll be keeping the city safe? Like that Spiderman guy?" Again: Mirajane's words equals truism equals easier life.

"Not their exact words."

"Huh?"

"There's a difference between protecting the city from harm and keeping the city from invaders." Mirajane grabbed another stack and began placing it in her bag with great caution. "I'm not a law enforcer; I'm just the person who keeps supernatural forces from invading the city."

"Okay." Truism with Mirajane. Truism with Mirajane. "But where are you going to stay?"

She told him.

"That place?!" Matt's voice was raised. "I thought you blew up that building?"

Mirajane's cheeks turned red. "Just the top of it. And they're almost done renovating it too."

"Wait." Too much crazy. "You've been there already? When?"

"Earlier." She was on her last stack of clothes. "Look, Matt. I know that you're only looking out for me." She zipped her duffel bag closed. "And I can never repay you for all the things you've done. You're like the older brother I've never had. But I can't be dependent on you forever."

"I know that," Matt said with a sigh, "But I'm just worried about what going to happen to you from this point on."

"Matt," Mirajane smiled at his concern. He's definitely a nurturer at heart. "I can take care of myself. Also, it's not like I'm going to stop visiting you over at [Heroes for Hire], I'll make sure to visit every once in a while. Besides, I don't want to cramp your bachelor life any more than I already have."

"Really, Mirajane?" He deadpanned. "Are we going there? I'm blind."

"Doesn't mean you're not datable. You have a job that pays well, you could afford a nice apartment, you're good with conversations, and you worry about the people you care about. That's a totally a datable person to me. You just have to have confidence in yourself." She paused, "Confidence in dating, I mean."

"I hate you right now," Matt crossed his arms. "And you're changing the topic."

Mirajane finished packing her things, "Look, what do I have to do to put you at ease?"

"I can't see where I am right now but you live in a really high floor." Matt said, exiting the elevator.

A cab ride after packing her things later, Mirajane and Matt entered her temporary living quarters. "I actually live upstairs; this is just my temporary home."

"Is it going to be noisy here? You know, with the renovations above?"

"A simple charm could fix that." Mirajane told her, dropping her duffel bag once they were inside.

"Oh, okay. Magic can do that?"

"Yes. It's very useful."

Matt nodded, feeling satisfied. "Well, at least you're in a good neighborhood and living comfortably. I've got no complains."

Mirajane was seated in one of the more secluded tables of the hotel's restaurant. She was here because when she went down to the reception to ask for cheap restaurant recommendations, she was stopped by a man with almond-looking skin.

He introduced himself as John, the hotel manager. He has a few concerns that he needed to discuss with her.

He led her to a circular table for four. It was generally far from most of the seats of where the people are but it wasn't like the bad seat of the restaurant. John told her that he'll be with her shortly, and that he just had to take care of something.

Now that she was alone, she studied the place. Considering it is already nighttime, the restaurant opted for a more intimate set-up with dimmed lights, candle lights and a pianist playing soft tunes.

People were also starting to arrive wearing nice clothes too. Mirajane felt out of place in her shirt and jeans. Come to think of it, once Matt and Jessica introduced this world's clothing, Mirajane no longer gravitated towards her usual style of dresses.

"You were called here too, Miss Strauss?"

"Oh, Mr. Jeong Baekho. Am I pronouncing that name properly?"

He nodded with a polite smile.

When he remained standing, Mirajane offered him one of the seats.

Thanking her, the guy sat down to opposite of her. "Were you also called by the hotel manager, Miss Strauss?"

"Yes, though I don't know why. Do you?"

"I apologize; I'm just as clueless as you are." A server came to their table and asked what they would want to have. "A glass of manzanilla would be very nice, thank you." The man said, with a bit of accent in his tongue.

The demons within her are just as oblivious as her with regards to drinks, so she did what she knew: "I guess I'll have what he's having."

"Are your… people not with you, Miss Strauss?" The man in front of her asked. There was a polite tone in his voice, careful in labeling what to call Bob and Ted.

"They've gone home." I guess. Though now that Bob and Ted also quit, she would have to ask what they were going to do from this point on. She doesn't want them to have difficulties in the future especially since New York happened to be one of the hardest places to live in.

"Oh." Jeong Baekho's surprise was subdued, controlled even. "I don't mean to pry, but, is that not them?" He began pointing to a few tables where Ted 's wide back was facing them and Bob who was trying to read a magazine. That's upside down.

"I thought you went home?" Mirajane asked, a tight smile on her face. The three guys could see an eyebrow of hers twitching.

"Well, eh, you see…" Bob's eyes looked everywhere but Mirajane.

"We are your subjects." Ted replied, like it was simplest answer. "We are nothing without our king." His words earned an elbow from the brunet beside him.

"Too shameless." Bob hissed under his breath.

"It's the truth." Ted wasn't fazed.

"I am curious," the third guy started, "this isn't your first time doing this, am I right?"

Ted was the one who turned away, coughing a little, "None of your business."

"No." While Mirajane smiled didn't falter, the aura turned… darker. Oddly, the only one who could sense dread were the two people in front of her. A vein also started to pulse from her forehead. "Answer his question. Truthfully."

Bob started to fidget, while Ted coughed some more.

Mirajane's response after their answer made the third male laugh.

"Why didn't you tell me that you have nowhere to go?" Ted and Bob's honesty was noteworthy. They didn't need to be transparent, but they were. No compulsion was present and yet their frankness was sincere, Mirajane cannot truly be mad at them.

"Your safety was more important." Ted admitted. Of course, they were basically admitting to stalking her, and that was an invasion of privacy, and really Mirajane should be angrier than she should, but their reasons came from a well-intention place.

It was a conflict of emotions: she was upset because they were wrong, but the fact that they were doing it for her meant that she was also at fault. She hadn't been explicit with her words in saying that Bob and Ted needed to respect her personal space and that they needed to live their own lives.

In fact, Mirajane thought, not one of my demons sense that she was being followed?

'We just didn't tell you, my king.' Seilah was the first to admit it within her. 'I sincerely thought they just happened to be nearby.'

That just so happens to be always within distance?

'Well, since you literally go between home and work, there wasn't much data for us to extrapolate whether you were being stalked or not, ' explained another demon. 'Also since the magical signature came from someone you trusted, we made the assumption that they didn't mean to harm you.'

"Miss Strauss, is everything alright?"

She looked up and saw concerned looks from the three men. "Uh, yeah, sorry." She offered unoccupied seats, "Well, let's eat."

Ted was at a loss of words.

"We don't need to eat," Bob articulated.

"Nonsense, and even if that were true, I would never let someone under me go unfed," explained Mirajane.

"We don't get hungry," Bob repeated.

"You don't need to be hungry to eat," said Mirajane. "Besides, I don't like eating alone."

Ted exhaled before smiling, "Spoken like a true king."

The third male cleared his throat, "okay, so I guess we could begin ordering our food?"

Since this would be her first time eating in such a high-class establishment, and Lucy wasn't here to explain the small knowledge left from her time as the heiress of a multi-billion Jewel enterprise, Mirajane only knew a few words on the menu given to her. Even the description of the dishes kind of left her.

Luckily, Jeong Baekho took charge and ordered for everyone. He didn't do it like a snob too, acting like he already knew what everyone wanted. He asked the people in the tables about what they wanted first, gave the options available and aided the server with everyone's orders.

"Is it that obvious that I am out of my element?" asked Mirajane when the food arrived.

Jeong Baekho shook his head, "No, and everyone's got to start somewhere, Miss Strauss."

"Mirajane," said the platinum blonde. "Call me Mirajane. It's uncomfortable being this formal."

"I'll try Miss… I mean, Mirajane." His smile was sheepish, "In that case, call me Baekho."

Mirajane nodded, "Baek-ho. Am I saying that right?"

When he nodded, Mirajane turned to the other two, "That goes to you guys as well, no more of this king business, am I clear?"

Bob nodded after a second but Ted wanted to disagree. Mirajane simply repeated, "Am I clear?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me," All eyes turned to a fifth voice in the able. "My name is John Needle and I am the hotel manager."

"Yes?" Mirajane stood up, making Baekho stand in response, ready to offer a seat in the table but there were no other chairs left. Bob offered his but the hotel manager simply motioned for him to remain seated.

Before anyone could make a movie, another employee appeared, carrying a seat in his hands.

"I know that you guys are having your a meal, and it displeases me that I have to barge in like this, but I understand that you are the successor of that woman?" There was no malice in his voice but the fact that he called the previous owner as 'that woman' meant that he knew about Camilla. That made Mirajane curious. And alert.

This man was slightly overweight but only if you noticed it because he dressed sharply and befittingly as the guy who maintained order around here. He had almond-toned skin, yes, but his eyes and hair were earthier. He stood upright, which made him seem tall despite being shorter than Mirajane.

'He is no bloodsucker.' A demon told her. 'In fact, he is completely, how do the people here call it? Mundane! Yeah, he is mundane.'

Baekho nodded, "As mentioned before, she is recognized by the Council as Camilla's successor."

John waved a hand, "No, no, I wasn't trying to insinuate anything. I was merely clarifying if we've already been appointed a new superior. Please continue with your meal."

Mirajane sat down, making Baekho return to his seat. She then motioned for John to sit.

"As I was saying–" John stopped after noticing that Baekho and Mirajane were accompanied with guests. "Is it okay if I discuss matters regarding the management with outsiders present? It is really urgent."

Mirajane paused, wondering what he meant by outsiders, until she realized that she had not indicated that Bob and Ted were also her people. "They are with me. In fact, I expect that they will be working with us closely soon."

John nodded, adjusting the cuffs of his suit, "As I was saying, since the Council has been gracious in appointing a new supervisor of New York, we at the management believe it's high time to discuss a few matters."

Mirajane's had an already exhausting day, but her day's not over yet.

John informs her that since a good portion of the employees was people under Camilla (which meant that they were her thralls), with her gone those employees are also gone. That left a massive void in the roster of employees. It could have been easily fixed if they were all people they could mass recruit but not only were the job vacancies key positions in the hotel, these employees should also be people aware of the magical community and was okay with working with non-humans.

Camilla may be infamous, but as a businesswoman, she did not discriminate non-humans and the magical community from working in her establishment. Of course that meant that she had to be extra careful in exposing the magical community to the mundane one, but that just meant that there should be an employee that maintained special wards that kept the mundane oblivious from magical phenomena.

Also, while it was within John's power to fill those key positions, he felt that it would be impolite to the Council if he moved while the they were in the middle of appointing the new head.

This resulted in a lot of employees working overtime, just to make ends meet. A lot of these employees also did work that was outside the scope of their job descriptions.

When Mirajane asked how bad the working conditions were, John reported that a lot of his employees have worked 15-hour shifts, which was unacceptable not just for business and also for the employees. John was also barely keeping the employees from causing a strike, which was a feat in of itself because it's already been quite some time since Mirajane's run-in with Camilla.

His employees were either getting sick or getting burnout. Overtime pay even with night differential can only do so much because it can't replace time and made a poor salve for tiredness.

Honestly, it was a miracle this impending train wreck hasn't happened yet.

This was a massive headache, even to someone like Mirajane. The one who kept Fairy Tail from derailing as a functional and productive guild of Magnolia.

With dinner done, John guided Mirajane and her group into his office. There, John and Mirajane began discussing what they'd do regarding this HR nightmare.

Since Mirajane and John believed that hiring new blood to fill-up the available positions would mean that there would a massive effort just to train all of them, the best approach would be to massively promote all the qualified tenured employees.

But that did not mean that those who worked hard, especially those who did work outside of their job description, would be left hanging. They will also be up for consideration. It's radical, but this was the only way Mirajane could think of to not just reward the employees but also to placate the employees who have done the extra mile in keeping this hotel working.

Of course this opens a lot of resentment between employees because that meat that only a small portion of them would be rewarded and most of them would be left out.

Mirajane needed to reward all of them.

"Let's close down the hotel."

"What?" John was at a loss of words. This was a lot of people's means of living. There were around 700 people under him. Closing this hotel meant that 700 people would get no salary.

"Not permanently." Mirajane was dead serious. "Think about it: everyone, including you, has been working tirelessly since Camilla's gone. You need this."

John sighed, "Miss Strauss, I appreciate your concern but doing that meant that we'd have no way to support ourselves. Not to mention leaving our guests to the dust, that can't be good for business. Also, think of all the money that'll be wasted by closing down the hotel."

"Oppositely, closing down the hotel temporarily means we could do three things: one; give you guys the break that you deserve.

Two; fix our manpower problem. Before closing the hotel, we and the people at the Human Resources, probably Quality too, could check who would want to leave and return after their break. We could also scout those who could be promoted.

Three; ensure that construction at the top floor could go without further delay. I mean correct me on this but construction is going slower than anticipated, right? Well, in that case closing the hotel could be what they'd need to finish everything properly."

It was a radical plan therefore it has a lot of problems, "What about our guests? What do we do with them? And like I said, all due respect Miss Strauss, but giving us a vacation is not what we need. People work here because it's their means of living."

Mirajane grinned, "Who said you're not going to get paid?"

John's brows rose.

"That's right; it's a paid vacation leave. Regardless or not they choose to remain working here, until we reopen for business, all employees working with us, whether temporary, part-time or full-time, is going to get paid with the time they're supposed to render here. With regards to our guests, it's simple: stop accepting them from this point on. To those who's already here, we transfer them to nearby hotels, I'm sure you have your contacts, am I wrong?"

John shook his head. "But I doubt that our guest would be okay with that."

"We simply explain that we're renovating and revamping the place. I can be very persuasive." Of course Seilah could help with persuasion too, if push turns to shove. "So that solves our lack of manpower, employee satisfaction, and business reputation." She turned to John, "Have you asked the construction company how much longer it'll take before they'd finish renovating?"

"A little more in a week but–"

Mirajane clapped her hands, "Good, I was thinking of closing our hotel for two weeks. That'll be enough to cover one paycheck."

"But what about the hotel's income? Closing the hotel means we've no means of replenishing our money, I can't say the folks over at accounting would–oh, I forgot we don't have anyone in accounting right now."

Mirajane tilted her head, "Besides, I own this hotel. My rules."

"But what about the Council? They are the board–"

"It won't be a problem," said Baekho. "I speak in behalf of the Council, and it is in my opinion that Mirajane's plan will not affect the Council in any, or at least in a negative light."

"You've got two options, Mr. Needle." Mirajane extended her right hand, "Either you're with me or you're not."

John Needle has worked with very strong-willed women. His late boss Camilla was scary, ridiculous, demanding and an uncouth hedonist who took what she wanted. One way or another, she'd make things happen to go into her favor.

Her greed made her open to anything, so long as she got what she wanted. Camilla was someone who was not about using blackmail, bribery and other scrupulous means to get what she wanted.

But for all her negative traits, she was also competent, business-savvy and calculating. She would never do something with half-assed efforts. She was a ruler who ruled with an iron fist, a tyrant whose hubris was extreme greed.

Of course, John doesn't know what happened to her explicitly, but it is fact that Camilla is no longer coming back.

No love lost between him and her though, she was a real piece of work.

Her replacement, this platinum blonde who played the part of a ditzy woman, was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She had all the arguably positive qualities of her predecessor and appeared to be empathetic yet ruthless, two-faced yet sincere, and scary but relatable.

Mirajane Strauss was a strong woman in her own right. Terribly efficient too: after convincing him into doing what she wanted through verbal domination, Mirajane has given him with tasks:

One: she tasked him with planning an appointment over at the hotel's financial institution to verify the available funds they have. Apparently, all of Camilla's possessions have now been bequeathed to Mirajane. They just needed to check their numbers.

Two: inform all employees that the new boss will be speaking to all employees the day after tomorrow. Meaning, in every shift rotation, Mirajane will talk to them.

Three: began contacting those with reservations to inform them that they will be given two options. They would get to refund their reservation. Or they would refund their reservations and management would handle reserving them to other hotels nearby for the same price of the room they booked.

Four: inform all guests in the hotel that in two days, the hotels would be closed down temporarily because of renovations. Any guests staying longer than necessarily will be visited by Mirajane. Why? John has no idea.

Tomorrow is going to be a hectic day for him.