I felt its power make my skin crawl as soon as I place it in my pocket. The I followed Ronnie in. Moments later, we walked out of the elevator. Down the hall past a couple of uniform who recognized me and waved me past without asking for ID. On the s.h.i.+ny white plastic tag, it said I was a specialist on rituals and ancient artifacts. It was a fair description keeping most of my secrets safe and the council of my back most of the time. I tried my hardest to stay away from them while doing my job, most of the time I succeed. In the time it didn't I was in a lot of trouble.

This time the tax-payers were supposed to pay me sixty-five dollars an hour with expenses or a daily rate of six hundred and eighty without expenses. It was a lot of money. But there was a good reason.

More importantly almost no witch wanted to help the humans. Most of the time they were the cause of the incidents and as long as they didn't s.h.i.+ft the balance they were in the clear. That was a snipped I love to tell Ronnie but couldn't. It would make her appreciate me more.

"The butler said he saw nothing else?" I ask.

"She said there was nothing out of the ordinary. They requested champagne, candles, and condoms, gave a big tip too." Ronnie gave me a glance out of the corner of her eye as we reached the corridor and I saw the butler up close. "Everything was normal. She was then called out by the boss. Leaving the three floors unattended."

"Can I talk to her?"

Ronnie nodded. The butler turn out to be young attractive brunette. Not what I would have expected but should have expected from a place like this. She looked the part dress up in a tight tailor suit with her hair up in a bun with a silver pin. I could tell just by the look at the pale pink aura that she was in love with someone at work. It was a common occurrence. Normal people were in love all the time and many times, I envy them. They learn to love again and again. It was amazing. I shrug her off as nothing of importance or significance, a mistake.