"Thank you, I expect to enjoy it very much!" she says, cheerfully. "Evil's historically so bad at incentives, you know."

"It is! No wonder they never manage to actually end the world."

"Indeed. Not that I mind, I don't particularly know why they keep wanting to end the world."

"Probably parental issues of some sort," Jack says, shrugging. "Someone will email you to get the information about what belongings you want to move to your new penthouse. And then, of course, we should schedule our ex-Slayer slaying party. It will have tea."

"Sounds good." She perches on the edge of Jack's desk, looking thoughtful. "I'm toying with the idea of faking my death first, torching my house and pretending that the ex-Slayer's lost her witch entirely, so no one knows of my existence except your organization anyway."

"Is your existence widely known, as the ex-Slayer's witch?"

"Ehhh." She waves her hand vaguely. "Widely known, no. Known to a few? Yep."

"We can arrange for a very convincing death scene," Jack says, nodding and starting to type something into her computer. "Cyrille will not know what hit her."

"Excellent. Then that loose end can get tied up nicely and I hopefully won't have any irate demons showing up at my doorstep, complaining about how I betrayed their master." Eyeroll.

"She is an annoyingly successful person," Jack nods. "Hopefully less so now that you're no longer on her side."

"That's the plan." She leans towards Jack, practically lounging on her desk. "Is it very smart for the CEO of a company to go hunting under the radar vampires on her days off?"

Jack leans forward, too, wrapping her fingers together in a very CEOish manner. "It's a part of the job, having risky hobbies. Some go sky diving, I go vampire hunting."

"I see, I see. And is it very wise to employ the soulless vampire who made you her bitch, or am I just that tempting?"

"I can separate work from fun well enough." Pause. "But whoever said you shouldn't sleep where you eat has never licked honey off a hot redhead's body."

She laughs. "Oh, is that a suggestion, lovely?"

"That depends, do you know any hot redheads who would appreciate it?"

"Looks like it's your lucky day, because I just might."

In Yvette's opinion, this is an excellent way to blow off steam after negotiations and contract signing. But she should be home before morning, and looking presentable when she leaves, so they shouldn't get too carried away. ... As these things go, anyway. A little carried away is... just fine.

Jack is the CEO of a demon-hunting company and can afford to let herself get carried away. But before morning comes Yvette can take the car back to her idyllic little cottage and to an email asking for an inventory of items she would like to transport to this address in Los Angeles.

Yvette does an inventory of the things that can and can't be replaced, and which ones of these she'd like to keep or leave to dramatically prove that she didn't plan for this. She organizes everything in her adorable little cottage, puts everything she doesn't want to keep back where it'd been originally been kept, organizes the things she'd like to keep in an easy to transport package, and then emails an inventory list of her items for transport.

Then she goes to bed, feeling very pleased with herself.

Her belongings can soon be transported to the LA address, then.

And then they can neatly fake her death and burn her idyllic little cottage to the ground.

She's a little sad, actually. It's a pity she had to lose the house to make this convincing. It's no real loss, of course, she's getting a bigger and better and nicer place to live, but... she liked that one. She didn't like living in a place in which Cyrille had a key to, but the place itself was what she made it. While she's well aware that she's more than a little conceited, but she does believe that she makes nice things. Oh, well. She has forever. If she misses it overmuch she can always rebuild it in a couple centuries, on the same spot once everyone that knew her name now is dead.

This decided, she gets in a car, and she goes to LA, and gets to setting up her lovely penthouse precisely the way she likes it.

It's big. It has two floors and huge glass walls that filter UV completely and allow her to enjoy sunlight if she wants to and give her a tremendous view of the city and it comes pre-equipped with various expensive modern amenities that she can replace or keep if she wants and the decoration is minimalistic enough that she shouldn't have trouble personalizing it much more but tasteful enough that it looks good as-is.

It's super fancy is what it is.

Oh, excellent, this balms the sting of losing her previous home quite nicely. It's not hers yet, of course, and this whole 'minimalism' thing will just have to go, but it's a good start. She'll be quite comfortable here.

But before she gets on to that, she draws up a pentacle in ash on the lovely hardwood floor, places and lights candles at the points, adds a specific set of magical reagents into a bowl in the middle, chants ominously in Latin, and then finally slices open her forearm to drip blood into the bowl and set it all on fire.

And thus are Cyrille's magical protections extinguished. She sends an email informing her new boss of this.

Then she gets to setting up her lovely penthouse the way she likes. She has furniture shopping to do!

Her new boss emails her back with a smiley face and a picture of the burnt husk of her old cottage attached.

Hooray!

... Sort of. Aw, poor house, she's sorry, love. It was the tactically smart thing to do. She'll remember you always and forever. Would it be tacky to have a picture of the burnt husk of her old cottage in her new penthouse? Hm. Yes, but fortunately she has at least one picture of it before it was burned down, and she'd like to remember it as it was. She can print and frame it later to lovingly cherish its memory like it deserves. It was a good cottage.

She doesn't need to be involved in the actual ex-Slayer killing, right? She can just happily get settled in her shiny new penthouse and wait for her lovely new ring to be delivered to her along with the news of the thorn in her side's death?