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The display blinked the Pincerna logo and then vanished. Jacek tucked the device away into his pocket, and his posture was already settling into something more…relaxed. Assured and relieved. Finally, proof that he was still a desirable asset.
“I am now at your command, madam. I can have my things moved into…whatever my living arrangements are to be. By the end of the day.” His eyes flickered into their natural cat-like shape as he dropped his glamour with relief.
“You can have one of the spare bedrooms. This whole thing is one level so there’s no hidden servant’s quarters or whatever dire setup you might have had before. Again, if you need something specific that I don’t have,” DC reached up and tapped the card he’d tucked away in his shirt pocket through the fabric, “use it. That’s a command. I don’t want to be bothered about it unless you need something specifically alien-to-Earth and difficult to get. Then it might be fun.”
She looked rather pleased with herself, regarding his change in posture with the air of someone who’s found a new challenge. Unsettling, perhaps, but there was no going back, not now.
“You might be bored for a bit since I’m not used to having staff. First thing you’ll need to do is go over the general list of services I order to maintain the estate, let me know which you can fulfill, which you’d delegate.” DC poked at her phone. “Get yourself a tablet or a computer or something. For the sake of optics, I need you to use my stepson’s and late husband’s brand. I’ll get you the details. Once we’re past this tedious adjustment period, I’m sure you’ll make everything run like a dream.”










