A memo folded into the shape of a miniature version of the Environmental Head's patronus floats into your office and lands neatly in the center of your desk before unfolding itself to reveal the message inside: Quote:
Aron-
I've checked all of our files here and there's no record of the cosmetics lab having any kind of permits from us. If they're claiming that they do, they'd have to be forged. You might want to inform Wes......
-Roxanne