Brian drove for what felt like hours. He finally ended up in a rather elegant cluster of shops. He needed to get some gas for the car, and as he pulled around the corner of the filling station, he saw the red sportscar parked in a parking lot just outside a bistro. He parked his car and went inside.
To his absolute shock, he saw Khaat there, but she had a uniform on and an apron and was waiting on customers behind a bakery counter. He waited, to avoid interrupting the customers and then when they were gone, he went over to her.
"Buy something," she mumbled at him. "Come look at the muffins." He walked to the other end of the counter away from the other employees and pretended to lean a bit over the glass to get a good look at the pastries.
"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed in her ear.
"Working," she said. "I got a job. I made a muggle ID and got a job."
"I presume that's why your ID tag says your name is Irena."
"I am Irena Harrington. And I am newly moved here."
"Why are you working?" he demanded.
"My medical leave is officially over. I declare myself quite well. I'm a pastry chef. I think I can handle it."
"I have no doubt about your cooking skills, but what the hell are you doing this for? We dont' need the money."
"I need to work!" she fairly exploded at him.
"Would you care to discuss this with me?"
"Not until my break--in 30 minutes."
"I'll bloody well wait! Can you manage to serve me something in the meantime?"
"I'd be glad to," she smiled. "What would you like?"
"I don't care!" he said, nearly coming unglued.
"Kona and pineapple scones with turbinado sugar it is," she smiled pleasantly. She handed him a number tag from the spindle on the pastry case. "Coming right up, Sir," she said with an enchanting smile. "Have a seat wherever you like." He took in a deep breath, to reel in his anger and took a seat by the window where he could watch out the window and keep an eye on her at the same time. He dialed Steven's number on the cell phone. When Steven answered, Brian said very quietly. "I found her. She seems to be fine. And she seems to be employed. I have no idea what posessed her, but I'm staying until I find out."