Jenn slammed her back into the door and then sunk melodramatically down it until she sat on the floor.
The ratty carpet was damp.
"DAMNMIT!" she yelped. She was a good looking girl, used to getting her own way immidiately and without complication. The impotence she felt at what would be a minor setback at best to her normal people was almost crippling.
"I'm not moving till he get's his sorry ass back here," she thought poutily.
"Nothing goes right for me," she sulked, forgetting entirely the amazing luck of finding a shrink ray and the neighbour she'd squashed underfoot. "I can't believe how lazy this jerk is! Doesn't he want my custom? I've a good mind to take my business elsewhere!"
"Uunnngk," went the muffled sound from inside the office.
"This place stinks anyhow! How could any real businessman work in a hole like this?"
"MMMMmmmmnnnuuukk!" went the muffled noise.
"I bet he's just a glorified wino. Or a goth. Ugh!"
"MnnnmmMMgghhmmmK!"
"Will you shut the fuck up! I'm waiting for someone here!" Jenn snapped.
Then stopped.
"Hello?"
"MMnnnoo."
"Are you, like, the PI?" she asked, her face pressed against the wood.
"Unhn."
"Oh. Hey! Why didn't you answer the goddam door? Don't you have any manners?"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKK!"
"What?"
As if from nowhere, it occured to the pretty teenager that Little might be in some kind of trouble. What to do?
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