by Macronomicon
Totally motionless.
“I’ll tell him you politely declined,” He said, glancing behind him at the tables gradually crowding in around him.
“Thanks, hon,” Casey said with her sweetest business smile, keeping it pasted onto her face until the three goons left the room, the silverware nipping at their heels on the way out.
“Go Cas-ey!” one of the patrons whooped as Casey fanned herself off, followed by a burst of applause.
“Goddamn, I’m not used to playing the hardass bit,” Casey muttered quietly to herself.
More and more people were sniffing after the survivors of the impossible tutorial, and Casey had no idea why. One thing was for sure: It wasn’t for the damn potions. Those were already long gone.
Might have to pack up and leave again.
Casey was frowning in thought when a loud scuffling, clattering sound echoed through the ceiling, followed by a baby’s scream, sending her heart up into her throat.
A word from the Author
Hi there! If you’re reading this, chances are good that you just finished this whole book! I’m a simple guy who likes writing protagonists who use their brainmeats to solve their problems instead of wrapping their fists in ever-more ridiculous ‘techniques’ and punching harder.
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