Catherine made her way silently into the building, greeting the blonde receptionist who she realized she never got the name of. Making her way into the elevator, she mentally began rehearsing what she planned on saying and doing. There was no doubt in her mind that Vincent was something else, but she still had difficulty wrapping her mind around the fact he was a Vampire.

It seemed so unrealistic to her. How could Vampires be real? She shook her head, removing the preposterous thoughts to the back of her mind. She had work to do, and her mind swimming with such thoughts would make it difficult for her to get anything done.

"Good morning, Catherine," Ariana greeted when she entered the entrance room, "Did you have a good weekend?"

"Morning," Catherine replied, "I did. It was quite eventful."

Ariana simply smiled back in response, and Catherine wondered if she was a Vampire too. After putting her belongings away into her locker, she made a coffee for herself.

Making her way into Vincent's office, she pulled out the tablet to see if there was anything urgent she needed to do.

'Morning coffee, 7:30, black. Cancel appointment with Mr. Frances before 8am. Call Mrs. Wagner and set up an appointment for Tuesday, March 23 at 1:00pm. Lunch, steak, rare, side of fries...'

Catherine continued reading the rest of her duties for the day and took a sip of her coffee. She decided it would be best to brew a fresh pot of coffee for Vincent, and made her way back into the kitchen area.

Ariana was in there, sipping coffee as well.

"Ah, here for Mr. Kingsley's coffee?"

Catherine nodded, grabbing the necessary items she needed, "I am. He hasn't asked for coffee before... How does he like it? Strong or weak?"

"I'd say more on the stronger side," Ariana replied, leaning against the counter, "I heard you went to the club."

Pausing, Catherine glanced over. Was she hinting at something? Did she know what happened? "Yes. It was... Interesting."

"I heard you met Julian."

The name caused the hair on Catherine's arms to raise, and she nearly dropped the coffee mug in her hand. She attempted a smile, and prayed it looked somewhat genuine.

"I did. He was... Nice," It took everything in her to keep a straight face, and she blinked a couple times trying to focus on prepping the coffee machine.

"He is definitely not nice," Ariana replied, "You're lucky Vincent stepped in. Trust me, Julian isn't someone you want to be around. Stay clear of him. If he tries to harass you, ever, you can tell Vincent and he will help."

With the coffee grounds and water in the machine, Catherine turned it on. She was silent for a moment, taking in what Ariana said. She was curious to know why she didn't like Julian. Did he do something to her too? Or were her feelings about him like that because Vincent didn't like him?

"Why would Vincent help someone like me?" Catherine muttered, not thinking of what she said, "I'm a human."

Her eyes widened and she turned to Ariana, who was giving her a weird look, "I-I mean, I'm nobody. Just a regular person... Like all of you."

At Ariana's silence, Catherine mentally cringed, scolding herself.

"You're his employee and he values the lives of everyone who works for him. From janitors to his personal assistant. He doesn't appreciate rivals butting their noses into his business or harassing his workers."

Catherine pursed her lips as she poured the coffee into a cup, taking in the new information. She never anticipated Julian to be a rival of Vincent. Did that mean he was CEO of another company? There were so many questions she had, and she wondered if she would ever know the answers to them.

"Well, I have to get back to work," Ariana said, offering a small wave before disappearing out the door.

Catherine watched her leave, and then turned her attention to the drink in her hand. Was it wise for her to continue with her plan? Yes, She told herself, I need to know for sure.

When she entered his office, he was sitting on the leather chair looking through papers.

"Good morning, Mr. Kingsley," She greeted, approaching him. Her heart raced and she felt herself begin to shake with anticipation.

This was it. This was the moment she would truly find out if Vincent was telling the truth. For her to finally accept that he was, in fact, a bloodsucking monster.

Shakily, she reached her hand out to pass him the cup. Opening her hands slightly, loosening it enough for it to slip through her fingers, she watched as it fell to the ground. It was like she was watching it in slow motion, the cup tilted and the contents spilled out. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly found herself smiling when it hit the ground - and then her face dropped when the mug didn't break.

Catherine was appalled, mouth wide open in shock. Coffee was splattered everywhere, with the coffee cup fully intact. Why the hell didn't it break? She thought to herself in panic, her gaze flickering to Vincent.

His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open and hand still reaching out. He looked utterly taken back by what he just witnessed. He blinked once, twice, before his lips tilted down into a frown.

"What... The hell?" He murmured.

"Oh god," She whispered, a hand flying to her mouth, "I-I'm so sorry. I'll clean this up right away."

Hurrying out the door, she sped to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towel. I'm such an idiot! Why didn't the stupid cup break?

When she got back into his office, Vincent was sorting the papers that got wet into a pile. She immediately fell to her knees to begin wiping the mess.

"I'm really sorry," She said again, refusing to glance up at him. Her hands trembled as she ripped pieces off. His silence was worse than him getting angry with her and yelling.

"It happens," He clipped through clenched teeth, "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

"O-of course." She grabbed the roll and ripped another piece off, and then winced when she felt the paper slice her finger. A single drop of blood oozed from the wound, and she frowned. This was not how she expected her plan to turn out.

"Damnit," Catherine muttered, and jumped when his hand slammed on the table. She glanced up at him.

He wasn't facing her, but he was tense. When he finally turned to face her, her heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

His eyes were crimson, the outer corners of them were darkened with black veins. Now that her head was clear, she finally knew she wasn't hallucinating and he wasn't screwing with her.

Vincent Kingsley was a Vampire.