Bonus! (( Silks staff ))

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

CC was in a surprisingly good mood as she sat there doing her accounts for Silks, Sailing and the Wardrobe. Usually, she hated the damn accounts and always lost track of what she was doing, which figure went where and what on earth half the receipts were classed as. After all, prostitution was illegal so she could hardly claim that she'd got so much for 'head', so much for 'anal', so much for supplying drugs for clients to 'get it up'. She'd done that once, and she'd thought the accountant was going to have a heart attack as he got a full and uncensored look into what exactly it was she did on a day to day basis. These ones in particular were tough ones, because it was end of financial year and so EVERYTHING had to be collated, or it would be lost forever and she'd be audited and god only knew what would happen if she ended up with tax men crawling all over the place.

However today, everything seemed to be falling into place, the numbers were going into the right columns, she remembered the codewords for the receipts, everything added up and balanced as it should, there was a healthy looking profit showing and she was actually humming to herself. Things were looking good and she figured it was all down to the blood she'd drunk last night. Pausing, she just thought about the money she could make if she found a way to bottle that stuff and sell it on to her kind. The profits that could show..... Was it just 'Ell who tasted that way - or was it all sorcerers? If it was all of them - she was buying a ******* farm and breeding them. Then, she'd 'milk' them by bleeding them each day, bottling it and selling it on. She'd make a MINT!

Chuckling to herself as she imagined herself dressed as a farmer, she looked to the next job of pay cheques. The staff would be in soon to pick up their end of year paperwork and monthly wage. However, such was the mood CC was in, she grabbed the mouse and started clicking and printing off more. In an unprecedented move, CC was printing off asecond cheque for everyone, a bonus cheque. Each member of staff she liked, got $5K. The ones she thought slacked off got $2.5K. And Ginger got a whopping $10K. As each one printed out, she fished it from the printer and then signed it with a flourish, setting them into individual envelopes with the employees name on the front. After that, it was just a matter of waiting to see who would turn up when to collect. She was actually.... smiling, and looking forward to seeing them and their faces as she gave them the money! It would be fun!