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Direct Messages via Hunt Technologies Chat

Rosie.Breit: Excellent! Then we can communicate here from now on. This will be much more efficient.

H.G.Wells: Excellent. I can hardly wait.

Rosie.Breit: I noticed you’d accessed the file from last month detailing additional work for me. Please let me know what else I can do.

H.G.Wells: Your current work load is sufficient

Rosie.Breit: Nonsense! I have oodles of spare time.

Rosie.Breit: I still believe it would benefit us both if we met over Zoom.

Rosie.Breit: I’m sending over a detailed proposal for updates I could make to the company websites. Obviously, the main Wells Hotels site is top notch, but you have several smaller boutique properties that have virtually no online presence.

Rosie.Breit: The House at Wood’s Edge in Stream in the Woods, for example, has virtually no online presence. I couldn’t even find pictures of it! Yet it appears to do adequate business on the books. I’m sure if I focused my attention on it, I could triple its business.

H.G.Wells: That’s out of the question. While we do rent rooms here, occasionally, I live at the House at Wood’s Edge.

Rosie.Breit: Oh! I had no idea!

Rosie.Breit: Wait. You live there?

H.G.Wells: Yes. I travel extensively throughout the year, but that is my main residence. I only rent out rooms occasionally because Stream in the Woods has a very small inn downtown, and since we don’t get very many travelers, I only handle the overflow.

Rosie.Breit: But that’s amazing! I’m less than an hour’s drive away! Since you seem averse to meeting over Zoom, I could come up to have our weekly meetings in person!

H.G.Wells: No!

H.G.Wells: Truly, that’s not necessary.

H.G.Wells: We can meet over Zoom.

H.G.Wells: However, I need more time.

H.G.Wells: Give me another week. I’m out of town. Somewhere remote.

H.G.Wells: Where the Wi-Fi would be too laggy for Zoom. But I can have something up and working soon.

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three

Hudson

I’m sitting behind my desk, thinking about her, when there’s a knock on my office door. It’s nothing new—the thinking about her part. The her being, Rosie Breit, my virtual assistant. She is the human equivalent of an ear worm of your very favorite song.

What is new is the knock—the intrusion of someone interrupting my work. I don’t get many visitors.

Even in Screaming Woods—a town full of monsters—most people know better than to intrude on a vampire. Yes, even here I’m a rarity.

A vampire in a town full of monsters. And my very human, very beautiful, very young, very vulnerable assistant keeps offering to come visit me in person.

Offering. Threatening.

Potato. Potatah.

I’ve started having nightmares about her showing up here.