4.10

Another passive day at work, retail slows down and speeds up. The waves of an ocean lapping over the shelving stock. There is always something to be done or customers that have inquires. A retailer this big has many departments and was micromanage by team leaders. A leader would report to management at the end of the week for the main store changes. Seasonal offers that would need placing in prime shelf space or decoration for holidays.

"Luna." Adjustment of the plastic skeleton on the display was paused, she was up a step ladder and peers down, "The normal team lead is on holiday, can you take the report to the meeting tonight?" It normal falls on the most senior of the department but...

"Dell is off from breaking thier leg." She manages to have the plastic skeleton to stay and she steps down, taking the paper work with her left hand as always.

"I have kids and we are meant to be costume gathering today once I am off shift."

"Its fine. I make notes if needed but I will warn you. I write backwards and with both American and British words." The grin of being alright with this and the getting back to work. The papers put to her vest and she goes back up with securing the plastic skeleton. She makes a slight glance of a creature up among the decorations and then refocused to life things. Ignoring the thing.

"You will be in danger after that meeting." It spoke and flew off, she paused in having heard the bird creature and noted it was gone. She ponders of what level of danger would bother her, then again. Disturbing the hand written letters would have stirred trouble. She can't let this warning bother her to much or she will be totally unprepared for it. She had no plans for this Halloween, not even candy for trick or treaters. She was overdue a big order from America but they haven't sent her anything. Not even a message. She does have most of the ingredients for when she does get this.

"Excuse me," She finished the display anyway and was stepping down. She pose a soft smile and of listening to the asking being, "Um..." The demon is perplexed but in the living mock glamour, so it is visible to the cameras.

"Are you looking for stock item or on need of direction?" posed her left hand, "The stationary is on the 4 isle. Our makeup department is beside the clothing section which is down the escalator and hard to miss, since you be among the children's clothing section." She tilts in pause to wait for the reply.

"The staff meeting today. Is your area leader attending?"

"Oh, I understand now. You would have to be from the company owner. I should have realized with the smart watch." She straightens, "No. Nor is the two possible senior management. I will be attending in behalf. It's Halloween, some folks have families to look after. I wouldn't want Dell with being in hospital to be there. Besides, there weren't any plans on my part."

"I see..." The demon nods, "You have the papers." She fetched them out and passes them with her left hand. The demon servant tries to hand the invite to her right hand but she took that with her left. She stays smiling the whole time and the demon was done with her. Walking away and feeling a bad vibe about her. Looking back at how she hold the letter out of view. She gently pockets this invite and got on with finishing the decorations. She works fast in a rhythm now she was unhindered. At the end of shift, she noted the time and looked at the letter now. She doesn't release the spell casted to the envelope. A spell to temporarily give sight to normal people to see the dead. There is a necklace which she knows as a charm, it amplifier of seeing the dead and pther things. It's true purpose is summon charm, the gem inside is a creature that tracks you and if your found to be a afterliving - execute you. Prevent the invite being given to the wrong types. She noted the following print letter to be standard but the hidden part was for gifted sighted to read the real dress code on the back of the paper.

The address of a Chinese restaurant with fancy meals. Importantly, the company who owns the business she works for is the current direct line of Seers. They own this restaurant too, but a lesser branch of the family. There are a few different branches of the family, she knows about the 6 sibilings that are head leaders to the cult.

She knows that two were assumed dead bloodlines, of which she's direct blood Seer with. Other then the pain her mother suffered raising Luna as a single mother, the rest she had learnt from working here. She hears all the gossip from the higher staff and the quick turn over of management positions for some reason. What little her mother did say was that it's best to avoid the cult activity and carry no regard of hope or help toward her biological father family. In fact, assume the worst and live a normal life without them.

The end of work day is creepy as per normal, the last clean up before lock off. The cleaners are around and it's quiet with the main store stero turned off, no radio humming the isolation. The lack of anyone around for every square footing is deeply unsettling. So being use to it being over ran of customers or other staff. The vacuum machines were droning instead, distant edging from otherwise white noise. Getting changed out of work uniform was normal but into a corset dress. The sheer need to having to play with her hair. She wears the full make up routine. She has a notepad and pen at the ready. Her phone on vibrate. She needed little else, hide some cash in her Bra as emergency and she has hidden charms used for warding back luck. She is ready to attend this formal gathering.

"If that's the way you look in a normal dress, I am sure you are going to be a tease when it comes to wearing uniform." She side glanced to the Monarch's pet spy. She was in the middle of not pointing her eye out with eye liner. She steadies her hand and continues, "May I join you?" She finished and checks. Caping the pencil.

"As the invite plus one? Why not?" The undertaker blinked twice at her saying it like it was too easy, "Besides I am going as a staff member, haunt me all you want. I have no intention of accepting myself into the cult." He posed his hand in showing confusion, "I am disowned anyways, the majority of the family doesn't beleive in my existence or that the bloodline branch was gone forever." She points to her ID, "You don't see the name Seer there do you?" He steps and looked. He returned back, closed hand and even more thrown off, "Like I asked before. I have nothing to do with book business." She packs away all the makeup and she holds the invite to hand, the necklace inside unchanged. Most of it back to her work locker and last touches, ignoring the fact he was following her.

"Are in bad term with them?" A finger posed out in counting his guesses, "You did something wrong?" He pouts more as he thinks about it, "There is something else wrong that doesn't follow logical law."

"They will beg on their knees for me. Even then I will refuse." She muttered mostly to herself on her way out. He heard that but he makes no notion that he did. He crossed arms and stares blankly away a while. She takes the staff exit out from the main building and walks the short distance to the Chinese restaurant. The place was busy and full of customers. It wasn't hard to see other staff lined in gossip, mostly the smokers having a cig break.

"Luna!" Some folks now her well for her half accent and occasional customers disliking her way of service, "Is Stephanie alright?" The person that should have came.

"Its Halloween soon and she promised her family to go shopping for costumes. She would have asked Dell. But Dell broken their leg and is still in hospital. Since I had no plans, I volunteered. Many of my department are family with outside store stuff." She so casual about everything and is able to see, yet not highly reactive about the demon servants around them. She stays in business mode the whole time, still haven't really relaxed after work hours.

"You are a gut of steel." Patting her shoulder, "We in the VIP room at the back. The horned guy needs the necklace thing."

"Thanks." Luna nods softly and walks in, she lingered in how the undertaker used the door too. Following her closely. She thinks little of it, ignoring the staff around here that were tense in seeing him following her. She reached to the big door demon guy, she posed the necklace on offer, it's tips lifted the necklace and posed that she can enter. She links an arm around the undertaker and walks them both in. She let's him go, gave a shurg and finds Stephanie's name on the table. She takes seat and some demon quickly puts a wine glass there. Took the name card off the plate. Skitter quickly avoiding the undertaker at her back. It's empty, she makes no wish of ordering any drink or food. She simple has the notebook out and was at pose to write some obversing notation.

"You aren't Stephanie." Another department leader notes.

"Luna. I am here to take her place. She Halloween shopping with her family. Mostly everyone else but me is using this weekend for that." She stays in smile and some nods.

"You are the half American." Another noted and she just smiles. Not denying or correction of her being full American with half the accent. She settles in and waits for the meeting or meal to start. She sits properly and with ways listening to everyone around her. She makes short hand notes occasionally. She knows that those that do seem in the loop are uncomfortable about the undertaker at her back. Those clueless talked of the store daily stuff, like what stock if flying off shelving and what been around to long with little sales. The perfume department looks at Luna with a slight sense of jealous or envy. It was the dress she is wearing, it looks good on her and she seems normal to sitting correctly for long periods. If not her dress, it was that she was a foreigner with a off accent. There is always someone jealous of her accent. At least among normal people.

Everyone from smoking was taking seats and drinks are finally being brought out. It's all alcohol and doesn't appetize to her tastes. She flatly turned down everything offered with gesture. Sitting pretty and at the ready to make notes for the store meeting.

"Welcome and good to see the return of most of you." The known face that speaks for the stores owners behalf, stood as a servant and spoke a short introduction of the point of the meeting. It wasn't all that fantastic as the over veiw was just sale talk. It was interesting that there is division of living sale and dead sale. So the store was catering to both living and spirits. There was some rewards to those that worked hard to push sale and work with difficult conversations. None of Luna's department won anything or was note worthy. Moving along with concluding formal talks.

A meal was brought out and casual talk began. The real boss is now seated at the head of the table, listening to the droning of staff here.

"Hey Luna, did Stephanie mention about a package delivery to you?" The clothing department beside her asked.

"No. She was finished work at lunch and left only the report to me. I handed that to the guy that gave me the invite here." She pretending to eat but hasn't actually taken a bite. Some have and were switched off, so there was sign something is in the food. She plays that the meat was tough to cut and was not in sort to ask for help. She stays very stubborn about even sipping anything.

"I guess it happens. There a crate that was due delivery from one these spirit types. If you come across it, can you take to the back clothing department."

"Don't stress, I am sure it will turn up." She playful in waving her left hand, "I reckon that it might be going through security checks or something. Like any airport that deals with mail from other countries." She talks like she misheard that but she wasn't wrong, "Might be divine intervention, you know?" She plays to being on the same page at least.

"You're not religious or something?" Being concerned.

"Nah. I beleive is spirits among us. Maybe there could be gods. But to stake that I have true faith. Well." She laughed a little, "Yeah..." She puts the utensils down and plates taken away. So there was still plenty of sane people left, those that didn't eat the starter too. It was a test. The unconscious ones are being sent home, as they are to normal for the next part. There is a lot of folks looking at her.

"Oh, I know." Someone that knows her better, "You have that witchcraft and native American sort of belief. Things have souls and you respect that fact." This particular person was a person she spoken to often outside of work. Normally just someone that attends the same work parties or habit of sharing the same bus rides. It is true that among normal people in a normal veiw, she got on well enough and was accepting of her exotic ways to be an interesting talk of topic. She sent folks her Esty business card and made personalized gifts for birthdays.

"Miss Fallown, you seem abnormally composed for a normal person." She tilts to the side like that was odd way stating it. She also kept a business poker face, since the real boss spoke.

"My personal hobbies attracts odd crowds. I am used to seeing things. Please don't bother prying further. It doesn't matter here." That left quiet a stung expression by the boss, "You make a lot of visits to the main store often. Was there something wrong you want us all to correct?" The turn of everyone looking to the boss, some folks finding it news that he visits undercover. There was particularly a sweaty guy four seat diagonal, who must had a direct conversation without even knowing it before. She had too but she played it so causal that it didn't seem she knew it.

"Halloween is plan to have the store open over night. It's our biggest chance of sale of things that been left in the warehouses to long. We expecting abnormal spirit types to crawl out the wood work. I had been testing for who would be suitable for the extra hours. Miss Fallown, you actually are among those I didn't orginal think would be suitable. Yet now." Rhe boss ponders.

"Excuse me..." A servant passing a note of some information, he quick reads and sighed.

"Having more folks like her would be helpful. Someone in not a managing position to work in the delivery and parasols." Posed a suggestion by someone and many nods.

"Or just someone that is a runner that knows. Help with moving things that otherwise looks strange by us to be sorting out. Have less suspicious by the normally blind of the teams." This had more nods. The boss sighed.

"I already have a list of staff that you all can use for such purposes. Miss Fallown is officially added too. You all have at least someone, I am just not one to sort about the rota or the availability of them." Which is true, that's management's job. The boss clearly was in depth of thought, "In fact, Fallown. Since I had no one for your technical department beforehand, you can help support other departments if you wish to do the over time on Halloween." There wasn't any need to be sale of devices like phones, computers or tablets to a bunch of spirit people. Fallown sends more of her time doing odd jobs then her own department work. They are never really that busy on a good day. The money made from just one sale covers for that downfall. She knew that she be moved departments or job type eventually. Just these odd events that made it happen were not expected.

"The appointed runner between departments." The cheer of many and the off express by those not. She gently posed her thanks and the refocus back to talking of the supernatural half of sale. Details mostly on what was big sale and what stock is left. She makes no written knows about all this sort of stuff, she wasn't going to correct or use Latin terms. She only made the odd note of who was meant to looking after it.

The evening draws to close here, no one was going to eat anything. It was getting late and the spirit of the restaurant were at highest sale. She left among the others, dragging the undertaker with in safety at her side. She got outside when he was actually gone and disappeared. She guesses that he returned back home or to report things. She did worry but his a fully capable man.

She had a lift from one the work folks that drives, dropped off without a hitch of bad problems. She waves them off and got in to her flat. Nothing was out of place of her coming home, most of her esty orders were gone and new mail lines in the place of it. The talismans were aligned and that undertaker had not been around, the red gift bag still in her cabinet. She had nothing urgent and it was really late. She just felt it right, somewhere in her mind to stay awake or at least keep wearing this dress. She sits in her bay window for the evening, reflecting on her notes of the meeting and the warning she had from the creature at work. Superstition have the better of her.

She can just feel something about it all. Knowing without really.