Incompetent Bats

Irena

I woke up late and I craved for some waffles and sausages. I quickly relayed it to my chef Flay. Ahhhh sweet rest.

Flay brought in my food ten minutes later. That’s why he has been my chef for three hundred years now, he was efficient at cooking human food and they were absolutely delicious. Plus he was hot and that’s a plus. But then all the men working for me were hot, extremely suiting to my taste.

“Thank you,” I said as he placed the food on the bed next to me. I was wearing a nude colored lingerie, but my workers were used to seeing me dressed like this.

I sat up and began to eat. While I ate, I thought about yesterday's event again. Carlos and Monica said they found nothing useful at the scene of the party, but they did find anything useful, and we still have no information on Fabian’s whereabouts. I could decide to report this to the council, but getting them involved would be unnecessary, and I think it's none of their business, it would just cause more and more trouble and attention from the rest of the vampire clans and that's the last thing I want. I told my workers to be silent about it.

I am my own boss, I’ll handle my shit myself.

For some that has a part of her club in ruins, I was pretty cool and calm, I have to pay Fabian for this, and I would take my sweet time doing so.

I had some technicians at the club repairing the place and I needed to be there to erase their memories once they were done. I don’t want anyone spreading news about bullet holes and blood in my club.

I ate quickly, took my bath, got dressed and drove off to the club.

Immediately Leslie saw me, she walked and approached me.

“Good morning madam,” she greeted.

I nodded in response.

“Have they started working?” I asked as we walked towards an elevator.

“Yes,” Lesley replied, checking her phone . We walked into the elevator and I pressed the button to the third floor where the party was held.

I walked in the room and saw men, humans breaking walls, tearing down what's left of shredded ceilings and taking off floor boards. I wanted everything to be removed and replaced with an identical design. Some of the guards were overseeing the activities.

“Erm madam, regarding the mafia boss being able to come in with a weapon without being detected was because there was a breach in the security systems. Hosier says that no metal was detected on the members of the black Pitts, not even on Fabian or any other person that got into the club that night.” Leslie narrated.

I was crossed, very crossed. But it came as no surprise, I figured that out when every member of the mafia gang brought out guns.

“What about body search?” I asked walking out of the room being renovated.

“All the guards affirmed that there was no weapon found during the search,” she replied, trying to keep up with me.

“And the security camera feeds?” I asked again, there had to be recordings of anyone bringing anything into my place.

She shook her head “nothing.”

I halted and turned frowning. “What do you mean nothing?”

“Pete said-”

“Tell Pete to see me in my office now!” I ordered, I was even more annoyed, if that was possible. We entered another elevator .

“Yes madam,”Lesley replied, and started to search for Pete’s number which she found within seconds. She probably typed the name, instead of scrolling for it like she does when she’s nervous.

Pete was the head of my security team and he must definitely have explanations. She called Pete and he answered at the first ring. I didn’t bother listening to the conversation, but I expect Pete here in five minutes after the call ends.

I walked into my office and sat down while Leslie sat at her desk.

Soon enough, Pete walked in.

“Good morning madam,” he greeted, nodding slightly.

I didn’t even have the patience to reply .

“What happened with the security cameras?” I asked immediately “I’m hearing that there is no recorded footage of anyone bringing those fucking weapons into my club.”

“That’s what it seems to be madam,” he replied.

I frowned “why?” I asked “aren’t they security cameras for a reason? What’s the point of having them if they would end up being useless? A fucking gun fight broke out in my fucking club and there’s no video evidence on how the weapons were taken in? And the metal detector too, apparently it couldn’t detect Fabian coming in with his fucking silver gun because he carries it with him to anywhere it’s not restricted!” I was so furious.

Pete bowed his head slightly “Madam, about the feeds being unavailable, there are actually footages from the morning before the party that seemed suspicious,” he reported, refusing to maintain eye contact with me

“What do you mean by the footage seeming suspicious?” I questioned, staring at him sternly.

“Someone tampered with the camera angle” he said.

“How?”

“The camera angle was changed and put in a way that some areas are out of the cameras range.” he replied crossing his arms behind his back.

“So they could have carried in the weapons without being seen.” I concluded understand him.

“Yes madam,”

“So how did someone pass through that fucking entrance, the two goddamn entrances without being seen?!” I asked angrily. “ Did I fucking employed you all blood suckers for nothing?”

Pete just bowed his head in shame and said nothing.

“And I’m guessing the metal detectors were tampered with too” I said.

He nodded, “yes madam,”

“This would be the first and last time shit happens, when I figure out how exactly those weapons were snuggled into my club, the guards on duty that day would have to face me.” I threatened.

“Yes madam,”

“Look how all your negligence is causing this club more expenses.”

“I’m sorry madam,” he replied, sounding apologetic .

“Hush, hush, keep your apologies to yourself, I don’t need it. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between you guys and humans. Please leave” I ordered coldly.

“Incompetent fucks” I said under my breath as he left my office.

“Leslie,” I called

“Madam?”

“I need you start a fucking research immediately and find the best tech companies we can give the contract or changing and updating the security system in this club.” I ordered, taking out a pack of cigarettes.

“Right away madam,” she replied turning on her laptop.

“You heard me, the very best. I don’t want nonsense like this repeating itself in my club.” I said lighting a cigarette stick.

“Yes ma,”

“All the research should be done before today runs out and by tomorrow or next, we should be having a meeting with them regarding a new security setup.” I continued.

“Of course madam,” Leslie replied and began her work.

I took out my phone and decided to do some research on security technologies myself and I heard something on the news that caught my attention. I turned up the volume and listened to what was being said.

“News reaching us this instant is that the body of the moon light walker, the serial rapist and killer has been found in latte hotel, located in the small town of Yangon. He was brutally murdered-” nice work Anwar.

“-with wounds that seem inhumane for an equally inhumane man-” beautiful -“ the police found no trace of the murderer or hero as the population calls him or her, but we will be relaying more information as soon as we get them.”

I smiled contentedly, someone would definitely be getting a raise.

“Anwar did well,” I commended smiling

“I couldn’t agree more,” Leslie replied.

I reduced the volume of the TV, not caring about anything else the reporter had to say and went back to what I was doing.

“Urm madam, there is someone here that wants to see you.” Leslie informed me, interrupting my session.

“What is his name?” I asked.

I had a feeling that I knew who it would be. “He goes by the name Alexey?” she said frowning and looking up “that’s the only name he gave.” She added.

I rolled my eyes again, that bastard figured shit out already? Or he’s still a fucking simp?

“Tell someone to take him to the lobby and wait for me there,” I instructed taking out another cigarette stick.

“Alright madam” she answered, calling the receptionist.

“Take Mr Alex to the lobby and tell him that madam would be there in time,” I heard her say.

I couldn’t be bothered to listen to more of their conversation, and I am going to take my sweet time before joining that human at the lobby. Hopefully, he gets tired of waiting and leaves. All for my very good.

“Leslie get me a glass of champagne please?” I asked stretching out my left arm.

A glass of champagne was placed on my hands within one minute.

The fact that he came to my club this soon, what does he have to say?