POV Megan Wright

— You, Ms. Wright, were obligated to respond immediately to the request as soon as you received it. What was the reason for the delay? — Trying to make a stern appearance, the young wizard couldn't hide the feverish pink spots on her cheeks.

— I received the request two days ago when I was returning home from my trip.

— Two days of delay. Explain yourself, Miss Wright! — The overly brash and cocky, twenty-five years old, wizard didn't hold back and raised his voice.

— I'm not used to working for free, so making a denunciation ...

— Report! — the boy almost shrieked.

— ...was stressful for me, and it's hard to work in such a state. — With an impenetrable look finished the girl, looking out the window behind the "golden boy" — the owner of the office of the inspector of the magic sector of the city of New York.

— As a responsible citizen, you were obliged to put aside personal feelings and emotions, and fulfill your duty in the shortest possible time! — The guy irritably slammed his palm on the table. — Or did you deliberately delay your report? Could I consider that as aiding and abetting? Or perhaps you decided to conceal your income from the state? To conduct an extraordinary review of your business licensing seems to me more and more correct.... — The guy grinned nastily, eyeing the mulatto's trim figure, but then abruptly soured, averting his gaze, remembering something, sighing sorrowfully.

(The approaching wedding according to the complicated rituals carries a lot of restrictions, including on the bed, from which Charles Stannings for the second week "no-nee-nee".

And his father picked up a bride — a graduate of Salem Academy, the best witch in the course, a specialist in rituals and curses of the dark direction. This bitch had already managed to hang something to the "groom" and explicitly hinted that in his bed now will get only approved by her — Margarita Donaske — the second daughter of the master of Voodoo, "pedigree females. And if the "groom" does not keep himself in his pants, his "friend" will work only on the orders of his new mistress.

Mistress will say "lie down" and nothing will be able to lift his friend. So Charles had to be patient, because after the wedding his curse Marguerite will be obliged to lift because of the vows, and then there will be options, and this chocolate whore will still work off for her insolent delay with the report!)

The guy's eyes glittered vindictively, and for the next half an hour poor Megan had to endure a thorough and sophisticated rape of her own brain on the subject of "democracy: freedoms and duties of a citizen". When she was released, the girl was not even angry at the rules of the place, which required the guests to move only on foot, while the employees could use elevators and even special portal platforms.

While Megan Wright stomped leisurely up the government steps, Charles Stannings raged and chagrined in his own office. Such a fortunate twist of fate had been ruined by stupid executors! He had been the first to get the news about the Japanese, and if everything had turned out as planned, his father would have been pleased, and perhaps even confirmed his right to succeed him as head of the family in the future. But no, those stupid thugs, a gift from his father, had ruined everything, and they themselves had become useless: who needed corpses and squibs?

But most of all he was saddened by the loss of the black sorcerer, whom Charles had personally found... or rather, his men had found him, but that was nothing. The Jamaican was indispensable in some cases, especially in the new project of selling zombified Muggles.

So what do we do now? Caucasians require support from business partners, and they value "sacrificial meat" as much as weapons. It was a good way to get a good deal on this and maybe even buy a couple of slaves on the ebony market. How many plans have fallen apart!...! — lamented one young but very ambitious representative of the ruling elite.

— Well? — Lizzie asked her friend in a sympathetic tone.

— The old scum has been replaced by the new. — She waved her hand tiredly. — I thought I was going to have to go to the wizard-doctor again, but it's all right.

There was already a case when the old owner of that office simply put the girl before a choice: either Megan sleeps with the old bastard and her small business continues to exist, or — no. Reports at the first request of the "structures", spying on their clients in exchange for the existence of the business — it's a non-negotiable law that can be "moved" if the "high masters" please. Then the old and fat bastard infected the girl with some crap and she had to shell out a lot of money to be cured.

— Lucky really. — Lizzie nodded gravely. — What about the denunciation? Clinging?

— No, there's nothing to snitch on, especially since our friend trusted only us.

— Where to now?

— Our friend asked me to deliver a letter to a certain Susan Pettersson. Let's finish with this, and qualitatively master... — the girl paused, building up the intrigue, knowing her friend's nature, but she couldn't take it. — ...two tickets to Hawaii, with a two-week all-inclusive reservation at the best hotel!

 — The joyful squealing and happy dancing of two beautiful girls in the middle of the street attracted a lot of attention from passersby.

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