Fredrica's ch2 pt4

In her dressing room, the mistress of the building smiled to herself, watching her latest addition making his rounds on her bank of security monitors. She had been hooked on them ever since he had arrived, which was all normal procedure for whenever a new face came around to fill in the night shift. Calmly and purposefully, she picked up the folder Gary had delivered to her room while she was on stage last. She now had the time to poke through it. The contracts were all signed and everything was in order.

The bear pulled herself to her dainty feet and approached a finely decorated file cabinet, tucked behind an old fashioned changing screen in the corner. She thumbed through the files within, settling on the S section. She withdrew an already thick folder, labeled ‘SCHMIDT, MICHAEL’ and brought it back to her sitting area. She combined the two folders, shuffling through the one she had extracted the most. Documents of fingerprints, medical records, school records, a list of former addresses, girlfriends, family members and other interesting things flashed by Fredrica’s eyes. Of course, Mike hadn’t submitted any of that to her, but finding information in her position was not at all difficult. She had read everything twice over well before they had met face to face.

While perhaps this level of research was invasive to some degree, she had to know the sort of personality she would be bringing into her den. So far, she assessed several things, through his file and his actions she had witnessed. Michael was not that smart. She didn’t mind or hold it against him. In fact, some of the best people she knew weren’t all that intelligent. While he lacked a lot in the wits department, she was quite surprised by his level of compassion. The little thing with Bonnie was just fantastic. But best of all, he was willing to be a follower. Loyalty was the main thing she had desired in a replacement for Randolfo. Poor, poor Randolfo. While he fit the bill for his lack of connections/people that would miss him, he lacked compassion and, ultimately, loyalty. Now, he lacked far more than that.

But it was no time to bring up such a bitter flavor. She tapped the side of the stack of papers on her thigh, setting them all to the same position, then stowed them away in the folder. The robot figured it was time to tell Daddy all the good news.

Fredrica took a hold of the antique brass and mother-of-pearl phone receiver and dialed his number. As the first one in her databank, it was always the easiest to remember. Though it was nearing 6 am, closing time for the theatre, she knew for a fact that he was awake already. After a few rings, the other side picked up.

“Hello Sugar Daddy,” She cooed in her relaxed, smooth voice, “I wanted to let you know about Michael. He has done spectacularly for his first night. He already tackled the Mayor and is on the way of gaining trust from the girls. I think he might be the one that finally brings Bonnie on stage.”

The voice on the phone responds curtly, “Very good, report to me tomorrow night on him. Daddy loves you.”

She smiles warmly, “And Mama Bear loves you too~” The animatronic hangs up and watches her cameras as her new little darling says his goodbyes to Gary at the door. He’s rubbing his eyes, but he looks happy. He had a lot to meet in this job, but she had a good feeling.

Mama took a pen, and on a pad of paper made a single tally mark, giving her usual half-lidded smile.