 Farmer Carter | | Ama's Secret
"Thank you," he grumbled, not because he had to be nice to the intern (he did have SOME manners, after all), but because he was none to pleased with who had now been put in charge of his Prophet. He'd have to keep an eye out. He could sense already that that... woman wanted him gone, and he had to figure out a way to make sure that that didn't happen.
And being nice to her was NOT an option.
Finding the article he had been looking for, he perused his pre-typed words, marking edits he had to make before he handed it into the Layla to look over. He drained the last of his coffee as he inserted a fresh sheet of parchment into his typewriter.
He could sense the next few months were going to be a headache.
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When I look into the
MIRROR OF ERISED
all that I see is
YOU
*wink*
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