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Abruptly, the door bangs open, admitting a harsh wind and a bellowing growl.
It also admits a young woman in worn sneakers and a crisp secretarial blouse, clutching a sheaf of papers. Her hair has seen better days, though the silver headband she wears is doing its best to contain it.
"WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE," she is shouting over her shoulder, eyes squinched shut.
"PLEASE CALL BACK DURING NORMAL BUSINESS HOURS AND YOUR PLEAS FOR VENGEANCE WILL BE PROCESSED."
Then the door slams shut. Cautiously, Ava opens one eye.
"Thiiiiiis is gonna be fun to explain on Monday."*
*Relatively speaking. In Arashmaharr, every day's a Monday.
It also admits a young woman in worn sneakers and a crisp secretarial blouse, clutching a sheaf of papers. Her hair has seen better days, though the silver headband she wears is doing its best to contain it.
"WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE," she is shouting over her shoulder, eyes squinched shut.
"PLEASE CALL BACK DURING NORMAL BUSINESS HOURS AND YOUR PLEAS FOR VENGEANCE WILL BE PROCESSED."
Then the door slams shut. Cautiously, Ava opens one eye.
"Thiiiiiis is gonna be fun to explain on Monday."*
*Relatively speaking. In Arashmaharr, every day's a Monday.