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forget it? Or even better, talk to a therapist."
    "See, that's where you're wrong." Dad's lips curled into a huge smile, white teeth flashing as he pulled out a brown folder from a drawer and tossed it toward me. I caught it in mid-air, wondering whether he had come up with the idea of causing a few more catastrophes until mortals started to take him seriously again.
    "What's this?" I peered at the folder, but didn't open it.
    "That, my beloved daughter, is the answer to our problems."
    Who said I had a problem? "And that would be?"
    Dad laughed, eyes glinting. "Take a look."
    I wasn't keen on it, but I opened the folder and skim the papers nonetheless, my eyes almost falling out of my head. Not literally, of course. "An advertising campaign is your big plan? You can't be serious."
    "Why not?" His smile vanished. I had to tread carefully here. If he was depressed, thrashing his hopes might not be the best attempt at therapy.
    My brain kicked into gear as I tried to come up with the least upsetting answer. Where did I even begin? "Because advertising is employed to sell a product. What exactly are you selling? A week of all-inclusive torture?"
    He inclined his head. "You don't think that's an attractive offer?"
    I threw my hands up. "Dad! This is a bad idea. You don't have a product or service. You don't need advertising, PR more likely. Why don't you hire a PR guru to raise awareness , improve your image, or whatever it is that you want to achieve?"
    "Mm." He nodded, considering my advice for a moment. "I like that. I'll have both, advertising and PR. I'm thinking huge billboards and lots of media coverage."
    I rolled my eyes because he didn't get anything I said. What was the point in explaining anyway when he was stubborn like a mule?
    "How are you going to get the media coverage, Dad? It's not like journalists will queue out the door to interview you, will they?" He laughed as though I'd just recited the joke of the century. I narrowed my gaze, my sixth sense telling me he was up to something. "What's so funny?"
    He kept guffawing; a tear ran down his cheek. I'd heard of bipolar disorder. Maybe, after years in this heat, he had turned bipolar, sobbing one moment, and suffering from hysteria the next. I waited until he'd calmed down enough to speak. "You should've just seen your face. Sorry." He cleared his throat. "The job's perfect for you to get accustomed with the family business."
    "What?" I gaped. He couldn't be saying what I was thinking.
    Clearly, he didn't just suffer from bipolar disorder; he was also delusional.
    Dad squeezed my shoulder. "Don't worry, we're not making you a mere employee . You're going to be the project manager . You will be running the whole operation, planning, implementing and evaluating our progress. How about that? Isn't that exciting?"
    I was still gaping. How could he possibly think making Hell popular was exciting? "That’s—" I scanned the floor, searching for words.
    "No need to thank me. You've earned it. All the hard work's paid off, eh, kiddo?" He raised his brows, face glowing with pride. "I was thinking we could call it, Looking for Fire, Thrills and Excitement?
    Why The Hell NOT ? Inventive, I know."
    "More like corny," I mumbled. "Listen, what makes you think I have the necessary qualifications to bring your little project to fruition?" I regarded him intently as he bobbed his head slightly, the tiny glint from before returning.
    "Well, you're smart and you know a lot about humans since you've chosen to live among them." He paused, grimacing for a moment. "Granted, I wasn't happy about it for a long time, but I see your point now. And, lastly, you work for that company."
    "Skylife?"
    He nodded.
    I frowned because I couldn't make sense of his logic. "How does being with Skylife qualify me to lead a huge propaganda campaign?"
    Dad shrugged. "You sell stuff to customers."
    "I don't sell stuff," I yelled. "Dad, how many times do I have to tell you, working in customer service