“Sir. The background check is ready.”
A well-dressed vampire in a tailored suit stepped into the room.
“It’s in your email, Sir.”
Lamb spun languorously in his chair and downloaded the files to his tablet.
An abnormally long name stood out at the top.
Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch
“You mean I had in my grasp the heir to a line of infamously famous vampire vanquishers who was perfectly willing to let me be if only I would allow him to eliminate my enemy… and I didn’t?”
The subordinate stood quiet, except for a nervous picking at their hem.
“...Son of a-”