Chapter 79
Author: The Guitarist
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I rolled the scroll back up and tucked it away as I heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of Arthur’s boots in the hallway. I adjusted my yellow cap and smoothed my apron, the "Maid" mask sliding back into place as effortlessly as a blade into a sheath.

Arthur walked in, looking at his phone and muttering about "Logistics and Warehouse Management."

"Hey, Ellene," he said, not even looking up. "I’m thinking about buying a fleet of 'Forklifts.' They’re basically mechanical golems that move boxes. Do you
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