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their attention to a less obscured prey. There was a loud thud and the creature trying to claw its way under the door fell onto the floor with a huge hole in the head, dead eyes fixed on James. The man had a sinking feeling in his gut as he recognized the butler who always brought him his morning tea. By this time he was on the verge of tears.
    He pushed the door off himself, and looked up at Ira with freight. Suddenly he saw movement behind him. “There’s one more!” he shrieked, pointing behind the massive oak desk. Ira blinked, and in an instant, a disgusting, large undead launched itself at him, forcing the man onto the desk. Its half rotten face gaping, dripping saliva on Ira’s leather jacket. Screaming in fear, he opened his eyes and grabbed the monster’s throat, saving himself from its bite in the last moment. James was frozen in place, watching with horror as the monster climbed on top of the large man so forcefully, the desk tipped slightly unloading a clutter of drawers. Some of his possessions fell to the ground in a loud crash. The hired treasure hunter sensed his chance and brutally jabbed the zombie in the eye socket with a loud scream. The creature breathed quietly before falling on top of him and finally slipping to the floor.
    James heard Ira mumble something as he climbed down from the desk on its other side. “Are they all gone?” asked the aristocrat quietly, as yet not having the strength to get up from the floor. Ira did not answer, visibly contemplating something he saw beneath his feet. Finally, he bent down and returned holding a piece of paper in his hand. His dark eyes focused on it with stunned interest.
    James sat on the floor, in shock, slowly realizing what it was that had fallen out of the drawers. A deep shame crept over him as Ira turned the page in his direction with a slight pout. At this particular moment, he regretted coming here to retrieve the drawings, but it was stronger than him. It’d been a deep urge of dissatisfaction, as if something was missing from his life without those images. He felt a blush crawl onto his face slowly. His embarrassment strengthened when Ira did not even say a word, just looking in his direction with a blank expression. What could he possibly think of him right now?
    “I...,” James bit his lip, “I have no idea where that came from...” he said, though he knew it sounded incredibly false. He was too dumbstruck to think of anything else. How could he explain those explicit pictures?! And that looking at them, made him feel hot and ready even now. What was still more humiliating, Ira simply put the drawing on his desk, shooting him a knowing look.
    “It’s none of my business,” he stated, even though his eyes darted lower, avoiding meeting James’ gaze.
    James however, didn’t feel like he had any dignity to save. If he had come so far and reached his office, he would not leave without the pages. He couldn't take all of them unfortunately, so quickly and quite desperately, he rummaged through them, to pick his favorites. Oh how he missed being able to look at the hot, steamy, immoral things those men were doing with each other. In an imaginary world of erotic fantasy, it was all possible. Maybe it couldn't be something he would 'do', but at least he could look. That wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
    “That worth a lot to you?” he heard from above. Ira’s boots were just a few inches away from him, covered in dirt and zombie blood. The man seemed strangely calm about this. The money he was promised must have lessened his discomfort. When James managed to look up, the treasure hunter was preparing his pipe.
    “It’s for this particular research I do...” muttered James, trying to make up a story about this whole thing, as fast as possible. Though he did consider paying Ira a little more, to avoid potential blackmailing. And the man in front of him was so intimidating in a way: with his confident stance and the way he could go about