Goblins And Grandmas – PART TWO

Daisy raised her employee ID and hit it against the building door. Instantly, a blue light came out and scanned the badge before the buzzer went off. The ginger walked into her place of work and was hit by the sound of hundreds of keyboards being typed on. The morning shift was the busiest shift the company had but the redhead loved it. She could come in, hook herself up to the phone and take notes for 12 hours.

Sure, callers could be rude and situations could become extremely overwhelming but it was a good job. It was much better than the job she had before working in a daycare with snotty-faced toddlers. Daisy grimaced, feeling a shudder go through her body as she remembered what it was like. Nosy parents would run her down, screaming about their brats while she was only being paid seven dollars an hour.

Working for a call center was a blessing compared to that. Daisy took an elevator to her floor and smelled the air. Someone had brewed a fresh pot of human coffee and its aroma was overpowering. Daisy's nostrils burned from the amount of vanilla flavored creamer had been poured in. She wasn't a fan of it but she kept this thought to herself and sat down at her desk. She dropped her purse to the ground and logged into her employee account on her desktop.

Or she would have if a pop up hadn't appeared. She clicked her mouse to open it with a frown. “Who is this? Oh, the goblin slayer I requested sent a message.”

Her nose wrinkled with distaste as she started to read what the slayer had sent. “Weird. They should have been able to complete the task without asking me for anything.”

Slayers weren't really the type to want to come and chat. The job required you to have a strong stomach and resolve to your mission as fast as possible. The few slayers Daisy had met in person came off as cold. They didn't do much besides clean up after goblins and deliver their carcasses to a local incinerator. All they cared about was getting as many kills as possible to help raise their standing with the company.

For one to not instantly accept the mission request, she must have made some sort of mistake. The ginger took a moment to mull over what had happened. She had told the slayer that the goblins had come in droves, that a elderly human was involved and a house may collapse in the process. It was honestly an easy kill. Daisy didn't get what could deter a veteran slayer from doing their job. She frowned and took her time reading the page long message that sat before her.

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Oh. This wasn't good. Her frown deepened as she stopped and leaned back in her chair. She looked around and saw that her coworkers' phones were already buzzing with calls. It wasn't appropriate to not pick up the slack for them but she had no choice. The slayer who messaged her was a newbie and told her that some things needed to be cleared up. They even mentioned talking to Sheryl and going to the old woman's home only to find an extremely dire situation.

Daisy bit her bottom lip as she hesitated to pick up her phone. The clock above her blurted out a familiar broken tune that told her the work day officially was starting. The ginger mentally slapped herself and dialed the slayer's floor. If the event was more dangerous than she had thought, both of their assessments could be on the line. She could have her monthly bonus deducted for misconstruing it all. Just the thought of it made the human woman's stomach drop.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. “Hello, is this Daisy from the customer service floor?” The slayer was a woman with a soft voice that helped calm some of the redheads' nerves.

Daisy readjusted herself in her chair and made an effort to look proper even though they weren't face to face. “Yes it is. I just clocked in for my shift and saw that my report wasn't up to par with the mission. What was the issue?”

The slayer hummed and Daisy could hear her walking out in the city. The other woman was probably actively doing a job when she was interrupted by the ginger. “No worries, it was a simple mistake in mission type. I was told that a hoard would be there so I brought weapons and potions for that. But when I arrived there were Goblins.”

“What?” The ginger was lost for words. The older woman had been acting as if the house was being overrun by them. Could she have sent the slayer the wrong address. “Was the elderly woman I told you about there? Was she alright?”

“She was all good. Told me that the goblins had run off on their own and showed me the foundation damage. It won't cost the company too much but I still told her to file a new claim with floor three.” Daisy could hear the hesitation in the woman's last sentence and she couldn't blame her.

Suggesting someone make fraudulent charges was a death sentence. Still, she was just amazed that so many goblins had just decided to run away. “That isn't a problem! Just make sure you have proof of the damage and send it over to Sheryl for me! Thank you for accepting the mission.”

“I'll get right on it.” The slayer clicked off and Daisy exhaled.

The ginger found it lucky that the goblins hadn't harmed the old woman. They probably weren't even goblins but some other creature type the older woman couldn't recognize. Either way, she was glad that she followed protocol and contacted two other floors for help. That way in case the mystery creatures came back and attacked, the company couldn't be sued. Sweat dripped down her face as she felt her body loosen with relief that she had done everything right.

With her hair plastered against her forehead, she reached across her desk to a teddy bear shaped jar. Daisy dipped her hand in and took out a small chocolate. She usually saved these for special occasions but right now she deserved it. Hell, she needed it to get back on track and catch up to her coworkers on their path down the daily grind. The redhead took a savory tasting bite and set her work phone to active