"It is important to know the risks of angering your boss in the morning before he has had at least five pots of coffee and some kippers," her friend read to her from a letter that had been sent via literal snake mail.
"Who sent me this? I swear-"
" however you might not follow these instructions that i have so kindly looked up for you, the picture you sent of his home seems to correspond with a very rather ugly tempered dragon. Honestly Psyche I do not know how you still exist with your attitude."
"Oh it's Jerlone the who still cannot get laid. He has great info but I sent hime that picture a long time ago. "
Fleur sat curled around a pillar that held up her roof to her library. She stretched and then handed the letter back to her friend. "Is he really that bad?"
"Jerlone?"
"No! Your boss guy!"
Psyche snorted as the front door downstairs made a splintering smashing noise. "I'm guessing that would be him.."
Fleur opened her violet eyes really wide as if shocked and then burst out laughing as Psyche snarled and ran to go stop destruction of her house.
they arrived to find her boss trying to strangle a small cute guy who was waving something at him which smelled awful.
"Stay back I have him under control," the familiar voice of Jerlone cried out as he ducked just in time to avoid a chair hitting his head.
"Psyche! what in Hell's name did you send to my property!"
"Jerlone... You can stop trying to protect me, that is my boss you are trying to kill again... I think it would be beneficial for both of you to stop wrecking what is left of my front hall!!"
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