 Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle!
Hair in a thick braid down the back of her head, Amanda walked into the Conference Room, ready for business. She took a seat at the end of the big table, and waited for her own employees, and workers from Levels Three and Seven. As she waited, she flipped through some papers, re-reading over what the situation was. With a sigh, she leaned back in her seat and waited.
__________________ Have at thee!
But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door?
Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? |