Such modesty. But that was one thing Cazimir liked about Bastian, like himself the man didn't brag.Cazimir felt strangely bothered that Bastian dismissed helping Cazimir as just doing his job. There was no logic in that, it was true that Bastian had merely done his job by helping Cazimir, there was no reason to feel bothered.
"Nevertheless you have my gratitude. The hospital will most probably receive a gift basket from the VFI, they appreciate people who take care of their employees."
That was a small lie, the gift basket was going to be from Cazimir's mother, as she sent them through the corporation every time Cazimir or one of his henchmen ended up in the hospital. Which wasn't that often, thankfully.
Naturally Bastian asked. Cazimir had waited for it, had tried to prepare himself. The records would simply be marked with "Vampire feeding accident". But Bastian deserved a better explanation. Hell, he deserved the truth. But Cazimir couldn't give it to him.
"An acquaintance of mine, a vampire, was in need of blood. She hadn't fed in over a month, she lost control of herself. I couldn't stop her in time, unfortunately."
Cazimir was as convincing as a person could be, and he looked Bastian in the eyes. Now, why had he called the vampire a she? Cazimir wondered that himself. But he knew the answer.
Bastian knew Cazimir preferred men. If the vampire was a woman...Bastian wouldn't have anything to worry about. But for Bastian to worry about things like that he first needed to have a reason for that. And he probably didn't.
