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her　head　opened　the　heavy　glass　door。　？Can　I　help　you？？　she　demanded　suspiciously。

？I？m　here　about　the　job；？　Vanessa　slurred。　？The　mom？s　daughter；？　she　paused　momentarily

fumbling　with　the　girl？s　name。　？Jasmine！　That？s　it。　She　told　me　to　e　and　see　her　mom　about　a

job。　So　I　did。？

The　maid　frowned。　？I　see。　e　in　then。　The　lady　of　the　house　will　meet　you　in　her　office。？

Vanessa　stomped　through　the　marble　foyer；　past　a　sweeping　staircase　illuminated　by　a　massive

crystal　chandelier；　and　into　a　mahogany…paneled　room　lined　with　bookcases　and　furnished　with

tasteful　antiques。　She　had　no　idea　what　the　job　in　question　was；　but　clearly　this　was　a　very

successful　business…woman。　She　was　probably　a　busy　executive　in　desperate　need　of　a　petent

personal　assistant。　It　was　sure　to　be　shit　work；　but　artists　always　had　to　suffer　for　their　art；　unless

they　wanted　to　make　mercial　shit　like　Ken　Mogul。

？Please　wait　here；？　the　maid　instructed。

Vanessa　perched　on　the　edge　of　an　ornate　Art　Deco　wood　chair。　The　room　was　ever…so…slightly

spinning；　and　she　gripped　the　seat　tightly。Just　don？t　throw　up　；　she　told　herself。

？You　my　new　friend？？

Vanessa　looked　up。　There　was　no　one　there。

Great；　I？m　so　trashed　I？m　hearing　voices。

？You　my　new　friend？？　asked　the　voice　again　before　dissolving　into　giggles。

？Wh…who？s　there？？　Vanessa　called　out　nervously。　The　last　thing　she　wanted　was　to