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Naturally it was in his best interest to keep an eye on his employees, not just to make sure they weren’t stealing from him but to make sure they weren’t going off the rails. The downstairs staff were most likely to do that with their vampire tendencies and sharp teeth so it was easy to forget about the staff upstairs. Most of them were disposable anyway and a human going off the rails was easily solved. One swift snap of the neck and they were no longer his problem.

At the start of his piracy his crew were welcome to go off the rails, in fact Hector encouraged their savage brutal behaviour but then they went a step too far and wiped out an entire village in Australia, forcing them to leave. That wasn’t problematic though. But Hector was forced to put his foot down when the hunters arrived, telling his surviving crew they couldn’t keep ripping through tarvans once their feet touched land. It was a harsh lesson, but stuck with him since which is why he ran a tight ship with the staff at the bar. One messy vampire could lead to them all being wiped out.

One messy werewolf overindulging in illegal activities though? It was only going to bring the cops to the bar and they could take him away in cuffs. No skin off Hector’s nose and realistically he shouldn’t have cared, but it was bothering him. As time crept on it became apparent to Hector that he cared whether some of his employees lived or died. Kit’s wellbeing now seemed important to him but he couldn’t go tactlessly shoving his nose into Kit’s business. At first he just observed Kit from afar as his extra curricular activities weren’t exactly affecting his work, but Kit wasn’t immortal. One heavy session would see him six feet under.

It felt out of character sticking his nose into someone else's business because generally speaking he didn’t care enough to take that step. Once Kit had arrived at work Hector called him into his office. His mind was running through his options on how to deal with the situation. He could have gone in hard, telling Kit he was on his final warning and he needed to get his act together but that wouldn’t have been fair. He’d given Linc the benefit of the doubt and Lawrence had run through about five final warnings. Instead, Hector took his managerial hat off for a moment. “Take a seat.” He gestured towards the seat across from his desk before sliding into his own seat. “Everything alright with you?” He listened carefully for Kit’s heartbeat, the number one telltale sign someone was lying, although it may have been a little harder to detect with someone whose heart rate was already unnaturally high. “I don’t know what’s going on with your personal life and in fairness your hiding your habit well… I just wanted to check in on you and not as a manager but as a… as a friend.” The F word almost got caught in his throat, clinging to the side, unable to get out.

KIT CLARKE