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((The Mon/Wen/Fri Double -- page 2 of 2))
"Ms. Rogers," said Hector aloud.

She stopped in front of the door and looked at him again.

"...Seeing as the Madame Carthrace has essentially handed off all of her duties as the Stewardess of Warrenhold to you," he said, "I would like to officially grant the position to you."

Mara stared. "I... sir, I'm not..."

Hector waited for her.

Still, she was faltering. "I don't know what to say, Lord..."

"So... you want the job, then?" said Hector.

She held her clipboard close to her chest and nodded fervently.

That made Hector smile. "Good. I'll tell Madame Carthrace in the morning."

"Ah... you have not already discussed this decision with her, sir?"

"No," said Hector flatly.

"I see..."

"Why? Think she'll be upset?"

"Well, you are giving her job and title to someone else without consulting her first, sir..."

Hector gave an admissive nod. "True. But she already has another job and title to spare, so I'm pretty sure she'll understand." He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. "But if you're that worried about it, you could always just turn my offer down."

"No, sir. I will gladly take it." And there was a pause. "It does come with a pay increase, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"In that case, I am suddenly also certain that she will understand," said Mara.

That made Hector laugh a little, but his eyes remained shut, and he didn't move.

"I suppose I will let you rest, Lord. And thank you."

"Keep up the good work, Ms. Rogers."

"Yes, Lord."

And with that, he heard her leave and close the door behind her.

Hector wedged himself beneath his bed sheets and was already half-asleep when Garovel decided to continue the conversation.

'Well, aren't you Mr. Cool?' the reaper said.

Hector rolled over. 'I don't know what that means, and I'm too tired to figure it out.'

'You're really taking to this whole "Lord of Warrenhold" thing.'

'Mm...'

'It's good. Weird, but good.'