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Meetings, Magic, and Matriarchs

                Greta was lucky to get about five hours’ sleep. There was someone knocking at her door. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled to the door and opened it for Shayla. “Hi, what’s up? Thought we would meet at noon as usual.”

                “It’s not just that. I want to know about this tech guy you’ve brought on. I have paper of course for him to fill in. Is he as cute as the photos make him out to be?” Shayla thrust her phone into Greta’s face. Sure, enough Eric’s face glaring at the photographer.

                “He doesn’t quite look like that. He’s a nice guy when people aren’t pushing him to do something, he’s not comfortable with.”

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