Audrey pushed her cart through one of the 18 miles of corridors to the important office she had to tidy up that evening. She opened the door of the poorly lit room and was surprised to see the head honcho lying on the couch.
She glanced at her bottles of garlic oil and holy water among the cleaning solutions and fingered the samurai sword stashed with her mop, broom and hickory stake.
Suddenly awakened, he frowned at her. "Get the hell out," he slurred.
She would never have a better opportunity. Audrey, vampire hunter, was ready to clean this place.
She glanced at her bottles of garlic oil and holy water among the cleaning solutions and fingered the samurai sword stashed with her mop, broom and hickory stake.
Suddenly awakened, he frowned at her. "Get the hell out," he slurred.
She would never have a better opportunity. Audrey, vampire hunter, was ready to clean this place.
