"Do you want to schedule a visit to our office tomorrow evening to discuss your compensation? We can send a ride."

"Yes, fine. And so I can be sure of your organization's competence, because you have a short life to throw away, and I have a long one, and only one chance to be rid of her for good, so you do not get to screw it up."

"Yes, ma'am." She offers Yvette a hand to shake.

She eyes the hand, then accepts the handshake.

"Cross me, and I will make you wish you were dead," says Yvette pleasantly. "And then not kill you. Can't break my record, see."

"Of course." Jack lowers her face very close to the top and says, "Enforced honesty is a thing of beauty in negotiations, isn't it?" She then turns her eyes up to look at Yvette's face. "I do not find Yvette extremely hot and would absolutely hate another several hours in which she treated me like her bitch." The top stops spinning.

Yvette laughs.

"Oh, you didn't need the top for that, I'm already well aware. I have that effect on people." She winks. "But if you have nowhere in particular to be, I wouldn't mind obliging."

"No plans in particular tonight." She pockets the top again.

"Then come home with me, and be my bitch for the day, lovely. And if you're very good, you can beg me for the privilege later."

"Yes, ma'am."

She pockets the coin, too, and the quietening forcefield disappears.

And then they can go back to Yvette's charming fairytale cottage, where the both of them have a very nice night, and morning, and afternoon.

This time when Jack's shoved out the door in the evening, it's only with (most of) her clothes, and a single bloody bite mark on her neck.

Turns out last time she'd been downright merciful. This time she was. She was not.

Jack has hit the jackpot.

The next evening, a car waits for Yvette.

After verifying it properly, in she goes.

Jack is not inside. A lot of material comfort is, though, including her choice of wine and beer and champagne if she goes for those things.

She can sip at some wine, but she'd rather not get drunk right before a ruthless negotiation, thanks.

The trip is smooth and uneventful. The driver does not talk to her unless she initiates.

Nope. She is fine with silence and spends the car ride on her laptop.

They soon get to LA, and then to the richer parts of LA, and then to a very tall and fancy office building with a handful of people in suits coming in and out.

The driver steps out and opens the door for Yvette.

She steps out of the car rather like she owns the place. She's even dressed accordingly.

Hm. Okay, yes, she thinks she can probably work with these people.

When she steps in, she'll find herself in an extremely expansive entrance hall. Its ceiling goes up three stories, with meeting rooms and glass-walled offices decorating the walls up and a huge chandelier tastefully illuminating the area. The center of the hall has a fountain with a "statue" of the skeleton of some feral demon spitting water from each of its four heads and from its tail in pretty intersecting arcs. Despite the late hour, there are a fair number of people milling about, walking up and down the stairs to and from the offices up, or coming from the elevators. There is a cafeteria off to a corner with various people using their laptops and sipping coffee or eating late meals.

Everyone looks human, but everyone does not smell human, and the whiff of magic permeates the air. One of the receptionists on duty spots Yvette and smiles at her. He scratches his left ear, which becomes momentarily pointed before returning to its normal appearance—if one didn't know better they might think it was just a trick of the light.

Yvette does not think it's a trick of the light. She smiles back at the receptionist pleasantly, and is pleased to finally be in a location that's up to her high standards in aesthetics. Yep, if they're not egregiously incompetent and get her nice things, she can definitely work with these people.

But first: she needs to ruthlessly extort the aforementioned nice things from them. That is what she came here to do, and so she is going to do it. Yes, hi, you're acquiring this vampire's services for a bargain, mostly because the ex-Slayer actually pissed her off enough to turn traitor, but let's not make it too much of a bargain, hm? She is expecting a lot of money, a lot of magical supplies, a lot of magical records and artifacts, and general freedom and not-having-to-help-rescue-kittens-from-trees-if-it-risks-her-life, and that penthouse, oh and also the Gem of Amara, to keep, forever.

The Gem of Amara might be a bit of a sticking point. If she turns evil, they'll have to hunt her as much as they hunted the ex-Slayer, if not more. Is she willing to say she has no plans to become evil, nor does she foresee that changing, while around a truth-detecting charm?

That really depends on their definition of evil, it's a bit broad. She has no problem with the truth-detecting charm, and openly welcomes its presence.

She does not foresee her changing her mind about wanting to not end the world, the world should keep on existing. In fact, she'll be happy to help keep it from ending for the foreseeable future, and does not expect that to ever change. Furthermore, she doesn't think she'll run off to play in a hell dimension or anything, because actually, most hell dimensions have really shoddy technology levels, and she's accustomed to having nice things like hot water and the internet, and does not want to stop. Earth also has the bonus of having lots of weak squishy humans around, and she appreciates this quality. She does not expect to ever want to rule the world, either, or any section or subsection of it, or take over any kind of evil cult or whatever. Too much work, not enough payoff. She wants to spend the rest of her very long life enjoying it, and studying magic and making it be less of a trainwreck. Pissing off a powerful organization and convincing them to hunt her down sounds, uh, not at all conducive to that, why would she want to piss them off?

Alright sure that works, please sign here. Also the CEO wants to talk to her afterwards.

Excellent! She reads over the documents and fine print before signing anything, then obligingly signs.

Then: yes, all right, she can go see the CEO now that they're done with the boring paperwork bit.

The CEO is waiting for her in the office at the very top of the building.

The CEO turns out to be someone she knows. "Welcome to the side of good," Jack says when Yvette comes in.