A little white lie couldn't hurt...

You decide to roll with it and go with the deception.

"Oh right, you mean my flat mate." You say, scratching your head. "He said he'd stop by at a hotel on the way back from Castle Blathery or something like that."

"Bathory."

"Hmm?"

"It's Castle Bathory."

"Oh, ok then. Well, he probably won't be back until tomorrow." you say with a shrug.

The boss sighs. "Fine, thanks for the help. Nice costume, by the way." He grabs his coat and heads back through the rain to his car, then drives off.

You swing the door shut and breathe a sigh of relief. That was way too close. However, all you've managed to do is delay the inevitable - he'll be back tomorrow, and you won't have an excuse for him then. You'll need to find a way to get back to normal within the next 24 hours, or find some other solution, otherwise you can say bye-bye to your job. Darn, and you were just beginning to enjoy it, too...

Written by Pyronator

Better come up with a plan...

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