"And that ends our deal." Vivian said calmly as she stamped a contract with the signatures of Adryan and Dieter for the firm's successful sale and purchase.
A huge vein throbbed in the former company owner's neck, but he maintained a shaky smile despite the discomfort.
The barely suppressed fury behind a barrier of bush twigs was clear to all present. The man was shaking so badly that he appeared to be freezing.
And that was understandable to Adryan, who did not feel a single ounce of sympathy for him but only smiled at that.
From the 15,000 sassem originally requested by the firm, Vivian had managed to get it down to 10,000 sassem!
Debts, damages, and client problems caused the already rock-bottom price to drop to hell and stay there without Dieter being able to do anything about it.
Doing something would require talking to an inspector, which Dieter wanted to avoid at all costs. For what reason, it was agreed not to ask.
Rising from his seat, the man extended his right hand towards Adryan, veins throbbing in his neck and an extremely forced smile on his face. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wayne."
The Conspirator could easily see what he wanted to do, so he decided to disturb him a little.
Adryan took the outstretched hand and squeezed it with a smile. ''Likewise.''
Whether at this point Dieter was struggling to get a whimper or a groan out of him. He honestly didn't know.
After all, it's not like Adryan could feel anything with his right hand. And even if he could, he doubted that a normal person's handshake would be more than a mosquito bite.
Dieter looked at him in confusion for a second before grunting and plodding towards the door accompanied by William. The receptionist was carrying a briefcase of his own that looked like he was having trouble moving it.
Watching as the door closed, Adryan laughed softly and began to walk around his new office. His hand traced the empty walls and shelves he planned to fill soon.
"Aren't you afraid they will damage the building on their way out? You should at least accompany them." Vivian commented as she finished putting her things away.
"That won't be necessary. They don't have the guts to do that, besides... I doubt they want to lose any more money." Maintaining his smile, the black-haired man stood before the covered paintings.
Raising a hand, he grabbed the sheet that covered them and pulled it off. A bit of dust flew off, generating a small cloud. Having smelled worse, Adryan simply focused his attention on the revealed paintings.
Just as he thought, they were paintings of various men.
"Those were the previous owners. The last was Mr. Scmith. The last man of that name who knew how to work the family business." Vivian stood beside him as she pointed to the last painting on the right.
The man in this one had no hair and a rather large forehead, which gave him a somewhat evil look; deep grey eyes, a large nose, and a thick beard adorned his appearance.
He looked like the kind of man who, if a child asked him for a hug, would hiss at them like a snake.
Underneath the painting was a name written on a silver plate: Wilburg Schmidt.
Adryan couldn't help but form a small smile when he read the name. His mind had already painted the man's pale skin yellow and changed the realistic style to a more cartoonish one.
'Well, hello there, Mr. Burns.'
Shaking his head, Adryan turned to look at his lawyer. "Tell me Miss Vivian, would you like to work at the firm with me?"
"Uh?!" Somewhat offended by the question, the Barbarian gave him a glare. "And why the fuck would I do that?"
'Because I want a close relationship with your loving granddaddy.' Instead of answering, Adryan walked to his new seat and sat down.
Resting his chin on his palm, he looked at her with half-closed eyes. "My firm will need someone of your skills if it wants to get out of this hole it's in."
Taping his head, he smiled. "I have a lot of ideas, you know? Many that will make us an amount of money you can't imagine."
"If I was that easy to buy with money, I wouldn't be working where I am." Vivian scoffed, looking at him, annoyed.
"Ah, of course." Laughing softly, he nodded quietly.
"A lawyer like you can't be tempted so easily, eh?" He whispered, his voice seeping like a snake.
A shiver ran through the barbarian's body, who brought her hand to her neck unconsciously. "Mr. Wayne..." She warned.
"What? I didn't do anything?" Confused, Adryan tilted his head to the side.
Vivian looked at him ardently for a few seconds before snorting and lowering her hand. "Anyway, I need a cigarette."
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't smoke in my office." Sighing, Adryan leans back in his chair a little more. "But you still haven't answered my question."
"Ha! The answer is obvious, Pretty Boy. No." Laughing unfunnily, Vivian walks over to face him.
Crouching down slightly and making her bosom dangle slightly in front of the face of the man who always looked her in the eyes, Vivian narrowed her eyes and smiled in derision.
"There is nothing you can say that will make me say yes. But perhaps you could buy me dinner?"
"You know, Princess? I was wrong to call you a Harlot. That bitch in front of you deserves the title much more." Flora mumble-grumbled, her desire to go out and punch the woman huge and growing.
'What a woman in such a rush. I can tell she's giving her all to act like a barbarian.' The black-haired man thought, slightly surprised but not embarrassed.
He could see how his lack of reaction slightly annoyed Vivian, whose gaze turned a little hard.
While the view wasn't bad, Adryan wasn't interested in a fake appearance. To add, he remembered that she was young, and he preferred older women.
Shaking his head, he winked mischievously.
"Tempting, Miss. But I'm afraid I must say no. But I have something better for you~"
"Oh~ And what would that be?" Vivian whispered. Crouching down a little more.
Smiling, Adryan let the woman come a little closer before grabbing her softly by her neck and pulling her close to his ear.
"I can get the formulas and ingredients you need, Miss Barbarian," he whispered, freezing the woman.
All arrogance and flirtation left the woman's face paled, and her eyes widened in shock.
Releasing her, Adryan pulled back and winked. "Think about it, will you?"
Rising from his seat, the black-haired man stepped past the frozen barbarian, walked to the office door, and paused before leaving.
"So? Are we going to have those drinks or what?"
Opening and closing her mouth, Vivian grunted and, with a heavy step, walked over to him.
Stopping in front of him, the woman raised a finger and dug it into the man's chest, her burning eyes colliding with the man's mischievous eyes.
"I'll be back tomorrow morning. That should give you time to get everything in order here. You'd better explain when that's done."
"Of course, and please. Don't try to escape, okay? I don't want to have to go looking for you with my team." Laughing softly, Adryan watched in amusement as the woman froze again.
She slowly turned around and looked at him in complete terror. "Y-you're a Wise Owl!?"
Laughing softly, Adryan exhaled. And accompanying it, a small wave of fire shot out of his mouth and disappeared the next moment.
It might have been a second, but Vivian saw it clearly and could only tremble more.
"You don't need to make a decision today; I really want you on my side, so I'll give you time to think about it. Though I hope her answer comes before the end of August." Laughing a little at the end, Adryan shook his head in amusement at himself.
"Have a good day, Miss Vivian~"
"Y-you too, M-Mr. Wayne." The woman could only nod dazedly, turned, and walked out the door. Adryan could hear her pace quicken as she reached the stairs and sprinted out of the building.
"Well, you can forget about your visit to the casino," Flora said, extremely satisfied and pleased with what she saw.
"Was that the right decision? What will you do if she discovers your lie and escapes? You're still not a true member of the Wise Owls." Flora critiqued the man's risky gamble.
"No need to worry about that, my dear worm. She won't run away."
"How are you so sure?"
"It's simple: That girl's grandfather is unhinged," Adryan said calmly, still remembering the strange letter from the lonely old man.
It was most likely that this woman would write a letter to the man or contact him by some other method, but it was certain that she would send him some message. And considering the man's personality, he was sure he would recommend that she stay and see what happened.
"Besides, it's not like he left her unarmed. She must have something around her neck as a safety measure." Remembering the strange movement when he scared her, Adryan was sure of it.
Vivian has an ace.
"You know him?" Flora frowned. She didn't remember the man ever running into the mentioned grandpa.
The only thing that came to her mind was that strange letter he received when he requested the bell for his messenger.
"You can say that." The black-haired man said mysteriously, drawing a growl from the Jacob.
To end the short conversation, Adryan grabbed the door handle, exited the office, and walked to the balustrade.
Taking a breath, he shouted loudly. His voice reverberated throughout the building and left a loud echo. "All workers, drop what you are doing and come to the boss's office!"
After that, the Conspirator returned to his office and sat in his new seat to wait for his new workers.
After about 15 minutes, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs reached his ears and, soon after, in front of his door.
Knock Knock
Smiling calmly, Adryan spoke. "Come in."
With the request given, five people entered the office, several visibly nervous and others anxious.
'Of course. I'm sure they think they're about to lose their jobs.' Laughing softly in his heart, Adryan looked at them calmly.
There were three men and two women. All dressed well, although they looked a little tired.
"Are you all the workers of the firm?" His question was more cordial than to resolve his doubt; he was sure it was all of them.
He could no longer hear anyone in the building, and according to the contract, the firm only had six personnel on its roster—five, now subtracting William, who left with his boss.
Oddly enough, the first to say something was the one who seemed to be the youngest of the group.
"Y-yes, sir. That's all of us.
"You're our new boss, are you? M-may I ask for your name?"
"Harvey Wayne. And yes, I am your new boss." Adryan introduced himself with a slight nod.
He looked at everyone present and rested his cheek on his hand. "I already know all your names, thanks to Mr. Dieter, but I'd rather you introduce yourselves and tell me your job here."
The same young man as before coughed somewhat nervously and nodded. "Excuse my manners; I am Eleanor Pembroke, investment assistant. I was responsible for assisting in researching investment opportunities, compiling market data, and conducting preliminary analysis. I also prepared reports for Mr Dieter and Mr William."
Eleanor was a young man, not a day over 25. His brown hair was neatly combed, his chin free of beard, his brown eyes sparkling with emotion, and his gaze determined.
"I am Clara Fielding, Mr. Wayne. The Librarian. I manage the firm's library, which contains accounting books, historical reports, and literature relevant to us."
Clara looked to be entering her 40s. She had slight wrinkles at the corners of her blue eyes and blue-black hair tied in a soft braid that fell down her back. A gold ring adorned her fingers.
"My name is Beatrice Whitaker, Mr. Wayne... The archivist in charge of organizing and maintaining the firm's archive of important documents, contracts and historical records.... A pleasure..."
Mid 30's, with long brown hair falling free down her back and a permanent tired look in her narrowed black eyes that barely had a sparkle. Beatrice looked as if she might fall asleep at any moment.
"Arthur Beaumont. Before Mr. Dieter took over the company, I kept detailed records of all the firm's financial transactions, prepared financial reports, and handled internal audits.
"All that was passed on to Mr. William Cartwright once Mr. Dieter took over."
Arthur was by far the oldest of the quintet, in his late 50s or early 60s. His body looked strong despite his age, and his elegant white mustache gave him the air of a sage. His posture was also that of someone serious.
"Thomas Wainwright, Mr. Wayne. Mail Officer. Responsible for handling and delivering all the firm's internal and external correspondence and documents."
Thomas was a man in his 30s. He had short grey hair, a padlocked beard, and deep brown eyes with square spectacles.
With Thomas, everyone had already introduced themselves. Nodding at this, Adryan rose from his seat, walked around his desk, and stood in front of the group, his back straight and his hands behind his back.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all. Now that I run this company, a lot of things are going to change. But first of all, we must repair the firm. We can't leave with the ship in this state."
"Mr. Eleanor, I'll put you in charge of finding a contractor. I want one on my desk by Wednesday morning. If you can get one before then, all the better.'
"Ah, Y-yes, Mr. Wayne!" Somewhat taken aback by the sudden order, the young man responded slowly.
"Mr. Arthur, you will resume your place as the Firm's Accountant. I need you to give me a thorough review of any debts the firm may have. Mr. Dieter should have shown me everything, but I prefer to be sure. I want everything on my desk by tomorrow morning."
"I'll have them ready as soon as possible, Mr. Wayne." Arthur gave a small bow, his frown slightly more relaxed.
"Miss Beatrice, I'm going to disturb you for a moment. I need an advertisement in the newspaper to look for new workers. Add the ones you think are needed, but prioritize personal secretary, treasurer, and human resources. After three weeks or as soon as we hire 20 new people, we will remove the advertisement once one of these targets is achieved."
"Noted..." The sleepy-faced woman gave a bored nod.
"Madam Clara, please order and check what books we possess and whether they are up to date. We believe in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom; we cannot be short of books or possess old information.
"Also, Mr. Thomas, please tidy up and prepare the mail room. We will have a lot of action soon and better be ready."
"Understood, Mr. Wayne."
"At your orders."
Smiling at the group in front of him, Adryan laughed a little.
"You were with the firm at its worst, and your efforts to keep this place afloat will be rewarded. I promise to elevate this firm to heights it has never seen before in its entire history. I hope you can join me because I can't do it alone.
"I need you for that."
The group looked at each other, all with various emotions, but the greatest of them seemed to be doubt.
Eleanor stepped forward again, her expression confused. "Excuse me, Mr. Wayne... While what you promise is encouraging, we don't want to sacrifice more of our lives for a dead business. Already, the firm was hardly making a profit, making it difficult to pay our salaries.
"Now, with all that you want to do, that inflow of money will be smaller. Can you promise that our salaries will be paid on time and in full after you start all this you want to do?"
Adryan looked at the young man as if he had grown multiple heads, "Of course, your wages will be paid on time. You will have your checks on the last business day of the month."
"How will that be, Mr. Wayne? Once we implement your orders, it's impossible for the incoming money to cover everyone." Arthur said seriously, his deep gaze judging his new boss.
"I have a family to feed, Mr. Wayne," Clara said. "If my salary can't be paid again, I'll have to find employment elsewhere."
Thomas and Beatrice nodded at their co-worker's words.
At this sudden pressure from his new workers, Adryan sighed and inwardly cursed Dieter for the mess he had left him.
'You useless bastard, how can you not pay your workers' wages? Don't you know you don't fuck with people's money? You wretch.'
Sighing again, Adryan smiled at the group before him and amusedly shook his head.
"You don't have to worry about that. Your wages will be delivered on time. And as an apology for Mr. Dieter being late with them, it will be double for the next 3 months."
When the large sum of money was mentioned, the group looked at the man in front of them in disbelief. But such excitement died as quickly as it came, the cause being the same question.
"And how do you plan to fulfill that, Mr. Wayne?" Thomas commented with narrowed eyes.
Laughing at such a silly question, Adryan winked. "I'm rich. I'll pay your salaries until the firm recovers and makes money again."
"..."
Now, it was the group's turn to look at their new boss as if he had sprouted multiple heads.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breathing was slightly irregular. Despite the several times she went into cogitation, her nervousness always returned. But at least it had calmed her enough to ask for a carriage to her work.
'It's alright, it's alright... Grandpa will know what to do...' Consoling herself, Vivian bit down hard on her lower lip.
The worst case scenario had happened, she had been discovered by the Wise Owls.
How long had she been exposed? Was she being watched now? Why would a team leader reveal himself like that and not attack her? Wasn't that what Official Beyonders did?
She never thought someone like Harvey Wayne would be the leader of the Wise Owls; he didn't carry himself like one. He always seemed relaxed and calm. He didn't mind how she acted and even returned the attitude.
He wasn't like the bald-headed, tight-assed monkeys her grandfather described so disdainfully.
She had even painted him as one of the 'progressive men' Emperor Roselle was fond of saying and referring to himself.
But it turns out that someone so free-minded was a Wise Owl! And not only that, but he was the leader of a team! That meant he had to be at least sequence 7!
The scene of the man exhaling fire like a dragon was still etched in her mind.
Closing her eyes, Vivian opened and closed her fists several times to feel them again. Once that was done, she reached into her bosom and pulled out her small container with her cigarettes.
Pulling one out, she quickly lit it and took a deep puff. More than half of the cigarette was consumed, and Vivian felt herself relax as her lungs filled with smoke.
Exhaling, a large cloud of smoke billowed out of the carriage window. A fleeting thought crossed her mind as Vivian was about to take another puff and finish her cigarette.
If Harvey Wayne wanted to attack her, it wouldn't be crazy to think that he could use the lit cigarette butt to blow up her face.
Her eyes moved to the red butt, which now seemed to glow with a certain danger that Vivian hadn't noticed before.
The next second, she forcefully stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray of the carriage, crushing and grinding it with extra force to make sure no embers survived.
Bump Bump! Bump Bump Bump!
Her heart, which had been beating normally until a moment ago, was racing again, and to make matters worse, her head began to hurt.
...
A while later, Briarwood Chambers.
The receptionist, Alexxia Truncan, was finishing greeting a client when she saw Vivian walking briskly past. She could only greet her with a nod, which the woman ignored and walked rapidly up the stairs.
'I'll never understand what her problem is.' Rolling her eyes internally, critical of her co-worker's rude personality, Alexxia returned her attention to the beautiful customer.
"Excuse me, Miss Jane, Mr. Gideon Blackwell is currently away from the firm finishing a contract. He will return in the afternoon around 2:40 if you can come by. If not, I can schedule a meeting for tomorrow."
"I appreciate your kindness. I'll be stopping by again this afternoon, but if Mr. Gideon doesn't return yet, I'm afraid I'll have to bother you with scheduling the meeting." A young woman sighed as she slowly shook her head.
"Don't worry, Miss Jane. You will never make trouble for me." Smiling at the young woman, Alexxia closed the notebook she was using.
"Would that be all, or do you need help with anything else?"
The young woman in front of her laughed softly, "That will be all. Have a good afternoon, Ms. Alexxia."
"You too. May Wisdom always be with you."
The young woman nodded with a smile, turned, and walked to the exit. Behind her, a shorter woman followed. Alexxia couldn't see her face well because she always wore a curtained hat.
All she could see was the long black hair falling down her back. Vibrant and silky, almost as beautiful as the older woman's brown hair.
'I'm sure she's just shy...' Shaking her head, Alexxia picked up a notebook at her side, opened it where she had left it last time, and began to read quietly.
...
Reaching her office on the third floor, Vivian unlocked it with her key and entered. Closing it back up, the woman looked around with an eye worthy of an art critic, searching for any changes to how she had left it when she left.
Wandering around it, Vivian checked every corner and nook and cranny, every book and shelf, but everything was still the same as she remembered. Still not satisfied, she pulled a pendulum from a hidden pocket of her dress.
She planned to make a divination to ensure no one had been here!
The barbarians' abilities have little or nothing to do with mysticism, but that doesn't stop them from learning simple methods of divination.
Letting the pendulum dangle from her right wrist, Vivian closed her eyes.
'Someone other than me was in my office since this morning...' She repeated the prayer seven times in her mind and entered a state of semi-cogitation.
Although the sentence was not entirely accurate, Vivian was not worried. The cleaners were coming by in the afternoon, so in theory, only she should have entered her office.
After a few seconds, the barbarian opened her eyes and looked at the result.
The pendulum was spinning clockwise at a decent speed. A positive result!
Nodding slowly, Vivian would accept this result for now. Pocketing the pendulum in her hidden pocket, she walked over to her desk and opened the second drawer.
Numerous books and documents greeted her, but that was not what she was looking for. Reaching the bottom of the drawer, she grabbed an object hidden there, stuck under the top drawer.
Pulling it out, she unsheathed it, and the silver knife glittered. Walking to the corner of the room, she virtued some spirituality on the tip of the knife and moved from corner to corner, forming a wall of spirituality.
Once that was done, she returned to her desk and pulled out another object from another drawer. In her hands, Vivian now held a simple white bone flute.
She took a deep breath and played the flute, but no sound came from it.
Wasting no time, the barbarian activated her spiritual vision. After a few moments, a little white ball formed on her desk.
This ball then grew at least three times its size until it was about the size of a small child's head, then a large mouth with thick purple lips formed on its surface.
The spirit coughed a few times, changing its tone from supernatural to that of an old man.
"Cough! Cough! Urgh, that never feels good." The spirit growled and made a bitter grimace with his mouth before it turned into a large grin.
"Ah~ but if it isn't my favorite granddaughter~ What's wrong, my love? You finally decided to give up on that silly dream of yours?"
Vivian grunted. "I'm your only granddaughter, Grandpa. And no, I haven't given up."
"Then why are you summoning my messenger? Just a few weeks ago, you said you wanted to use the letters like normal people and followed through on that. Why break your record now?" The spirit smacked its thick lips in doubt.
"I wouldn't be using it if the situation wasn't urgent! The Wise Owls have discovered me!" Vivian shouted with anger that was mixed with a bit of her fear and anxiety.
"What!?" the little ball messenger shouted in shock. "Are you all right? They didn't do anything to you!?! Don't worry, my love. Your grandpa is going to save you now." The ball began to shake and bounce up and down, its mouth moving rapidly and its voice losing some of its human tone.
Vivian was alarmed at this. Although the wall of spirituality contained the sound, it was not absolute! So she quickly tried to calm the spirit.
"I'm fine, Grandpa! They haven't done anything to me... In fact, I think the team leader offered me a job in a firm he just bought..."
The anxious spirit ball stopped bouncing back and forth. His mouth slamming shut, he slowly turned around and 'looked' at her.
The corners of the young girl's lips trembled slightly as an expressionless cue ball scrutinized her.
After a few seconds of being criticized unseen, the ball broke the silence. "You didn't hit your head?"
"I swear, Grandpa, it's true! He offered me a job at the new firm I helped him buy!" Vivian repeated, still in disbelief at what had happened a few moments ago in that office.
The ball was silent for a few moments, the person behind clearly processing what he was hearing.
"What you're telling me doesn't fit the way those tight asses act. Are you sure this was a member of the Wise Owls and not a wild Beyonder?"
"He said he had a team and didn't deny that he was part of them either when I accused him!" Vivian replied in frustration.
"But he didn't claim it either," the ball countered, a heavy sigh escaping from its thick lips. "Oh, Emma..."
It took a few seconds for her to process what her grandfather had just pointed out. As soon as she caught it, her expression flushed, and she immediately tried to defend herself.
"You don't understand Grandpa! He was so trusting and carried himself with such an attitude that I never questioned whether he was or not! I'm sure he would have fooled you, too!"
"Just say you were lost in his eyes. It's less embarrassing." The spirit sighed again, its sigh carrying decades of experience and his way of saying he was too old for this.
''Grandpa...'' The barbarian growled in embarrassment, wanting with all her might to burst the flute in her hands on her family's head.
"Emma, my dear granddaughter, from what you are telling me, he never threatened or attacked you at any time. From the sound of it, his intentions are not to harm you." Ignoring how his granddaughter wished to sink into the ground, he gave his view on the subject.
"You do not appear to be in danger at the moment. Whether this man is a Wise Owl or not is not what matters now. His offer to recruit you is the most real thing we have on him.
"If you wish and if you feel you are in danger, I can get you out of Lenburg tonight, but in return, you will be grounded for two months."
"...I understand, grandfather." Calming down a little, Emma gave a soft nod. Sighing a little, she said:
"I think I can still control this. I have a meeting with him tomorrow, where I will see what his true intentions are. If he poses a threat, I will use your 'gift' to escape."
"It sounds like what he offered you is pretty juicy if you plan to return to him. What was it?"
"He offered me- No, he told me he could get me the formulas and ingredients I needed to Advance, then he called me by the name of my sequence. I have no idea how he knew, at no point did I show any Barbarian skills and the ones I used were not the kind you can easily detect."
"Mmm... Interesting." The ball mumbled. "He must be a Beyonder with rich experience if he can identify your pathway with so little..."
"Sigh... I will leave the decision in your hands, my granddaughter. I'm sure you will make the right one."
"Thank you for your vision, Grandfather." Emma grasped the edges of her dress and curtsied softly. She pursed her lips a little before saying:
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd like you to investigate his identity."
The ball moved side to side as if rolling invisible shoulders, "Sure, it's possible his identity is fake, but I'll see what I can get. What's his name?"
"Harvey Wayne."
There was a sudden pause from the other side.
"Grandfather?"
"It's nothing, dear. Just a little surprised. Wayne, you say?" The ball asked, a little shocked.
Confused, Emma nodded. "Yes, Harvey Wayne. Why? Is it a name you know?"
"I don't know the first name, but I know the last name..." He mumbled a little.
"In his early days, before he was known as the Son of Steam, Emperor Roselle tried to sell some short stories about 'superheroes' published in picture books he called 'comics', but it was an immediate failure. Seeing that he didn't get the attention he wanted, he abandoned the idea of comics and never published anything again.
"Only five stories were published. Superman, Spider-man, The Flash, The X-men... and The Batman."
"The Batman story was about a multi-millionaire kid who, after witnessing the murder of his parents as a child, vows to fight crime dressed as a bat."
"Why are you telling me this, Grandpa?" Emma rolled her eyes at this history lesson.
"That's what I'm getting at dear." The ball growled in frustration. "That boy's name...was Bruce Wayne."
The barbarian's eyes widened a bit, and her mouth hung slightly. "That... Wow, what a coincidence."
"Yeah, a coincidence..." The man mumbled mysteriously before laughing in amusement.
"I'll see what I can get from our 'Batman'. Take care, my dear!"
"Wait! Grandpa-!" Before she could stop him, the ball in front of her quickly shrunk and disappeared.
"Urghhh!" Groaning in exasperation, Emma sank her face into her desk.
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