Both the minions stared at their master, ordering them to get up, they would get up. And they wanted to get up, after all this wasn't just any business meeting, it was a private one with only the best of her assistants. They were both her main assistants, but she still had others that specialized in only one thing. Which made them reliable if one of her main assistants decided that they needed a day off, or whatever the situation was. "I know your mad at me for that joke, but we need to get our buts up, before they slash down from masters beating." The other woman just rolled her eyes at that remark, "you can dang as hell leave right the f*ck now, you don't have to stick around with me." She paused, a now slight smirk on her face although her eyes were depressed and irritated. "Isn't this what you wanted? for me to be stripped of my roll and you could just sway yourself into that good money." The woman just started chucking, "good money, you know I wouldn't stick around with me if I were you, but after all you never really used her head, did you?" She now started laughing in a fake manner, almost sounding like cries for help. "I was the one covering up for you all those times, I could've just let you be stripped of your role." "But I was kind and decided to protect you, and all you've ever done was mock everything I do like it's a joke." The woman now scoffed, "you're now pretending to actually care about me and staying behind but let's be honest you probably have your own plan to make sure nothing happens to you." There was a sudden knock on the window, and their master had irritation plastered right into her eyes. "LAST CHANCE BEFORE I END YOUR CAREER, GET UP!" The woman that had roasted her business partner stayed put to her seat. Rolling her eyes at their master, giving their master the impression that she was getting far too sassy. However, in contrast to her, her business partner immediately got up and closed the door behind her. "Sorry, there is a slight issue going on," "She's been going through a lot don't mind her let her rest a bit," she whispered to her master. The master smiled, "only for you, and only this once!" she suddenly said raising her voice. But her smile still glued on her face as she walked her assistant into their "lair".
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Fagget now started to examine the crop that her father had left behind, it was a strange one surely. She had never seen anything like it before, it was like a orange but wasn't orange. And it was also yellowish brown, which she had never seen before. Unless of course it was still growing, but her father had told her that he needed help to harvest it. 'Oh, damn it dad!' Fagget mused, 'why couldn't you tell me when exactly you were going to harvest the crop!' She still had the thought of the witch in her head though; she really truly would go to her if she had to. Although she was scared of her and tried to avoid her whenever they were having a harvest party. For some reason her fear disappeared out of nowhere. Maybe it was because of how frustrated she was at the moment. Or the fact that she was now becoming more and mature. "Fagget what the curses are you doing harvesting dads crop!" The guy who had just screamed out to her was her older brother. He was really tall, 5,8 perhaps, he had a mix of wavy and curly brown hair that would always either droop down curling up. Or would lift up high curling up, he had many pimples here and there due to a scarce amount of water used to wash his face. Fagget rolled her eyes at that remark, but when she clearly and fully understood what he had just said, her eyes went wide. Only staring in one direction, her brother now looked a bit smug at the sight of his sister looking at him. 'Oh, now he really crossed the line, seriously making me do his work that he gets paid for?!' 'Is that why he was talking about that damned raise!' she mused. "Curses Malon! I'm going to find that witch!" Malon was now chuckling slightly, which was not visible to Fagget so it just looked like he was laughing at her. "Oh, little kids these days, they always have an imagination of gold." Now her brothers faced twisted into seriousness, "who the curses are you ever talking about, since when had there ever been a witch here." He paused now inspecting her from about a distance of 15 feet, "I've been in this place my whole life, never seen a witch at all." Faggets eyes went wide, not in anger, not in fear but really in confusion. She had seen that witch a million times, and others had seen the witch too so she must be real! 'It must just be because Malon never even goes around the marketplace,' she mused now sighing. Malon was still fixed on Fagget, "ok well how about you just leave that plant and go rest for a bit." He paused for a second searching for words to say, "you must need it." Fagget let go of the damn plant and pouted off into the distance. The tipish house that she lived in, was one of the smallest ones in the whole village. Her dad had told her a million times from birth even that they would one day own the king-sized tipish house. Still though, they were as Fagget had expected, in the same exact tipi house that her parents first got when they married. They said it was the biggest house they ever owned, which made Fagget so mad, since their house was extremely small at the moment. 'Just wait dad, that witch is as good as your fate,' she mused while entering her one room tipi house. Empty and only had a thin scratchy rug all over the room, nothing else that's all they owned. Too damn poor to buy anything else.