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gotta be cancelled.”
    “Are you kidding me? It’s four hundred million units. I can’t process that order by myself.”
    “Well, you better. That’s what we pay you for.” He threw the cards at her so they fluttered around the office, wafting to the floor like helicopter seeds falling from maple trees. Junie narrowed her eyes at him, her face darkening. “Send ‘em home. Did you share this information with anyone?”
    “I was in the process of giving it out.” She kicked a timecard that landed on her foot. “Why?”
    “Go get the manifests back, and I hope for your sake that none of this information gets out.” Dominic pounded the desk.
    “Why?” Junie repeated, her voice steely.
    “Because they don’t want it shared with anyone. And it better not have left the building. If it did, there’s gonna be some serious consequences.”
    “You threatening me?” Junie touched the reassuring surface of her pen. It hummed to life, faintly glowing, warming the palm of her hand. She slid it under the chrome clip of the clipboard.
    Dominic walked around the desk, bending down to angrily pick up the timecards. He shoved them onto her clipboard, his face close to hers. His fingertips came in contact with her vibrating wand. He brushed together his hands dismissively. “Yeah,” he said nastily, his beady eyes holding hers. “I ain’t afraid of you or one of your stupid spells, Baby Fat, and neither is Pendragon. You can wind up your magic pen all you want. You got nuthin’ against them. You hear me? Nuthin’.” His ferret nose quivered with anger as he gave her a final push toward the door. He stopped, abruptly adding, “Yeah, and by the way, they called earlier and said you better have the galley’s victuals and water stocked by Friday.”
    “I’ve got a week to get that done!” Junie retorted.
    “No, you don’t. They want it now, so you got forty -eight hours, you hear me?” He finished with a menacing glare.
    “Forty -eight hours?” Junie sputtered, then held up her hand in defeat. “Whoever heard of such a thing. Food’s gonna spoil.”
    “Not your business. Don’t make me come and check on you.”
    Junie nodded, her gaze never leaving his. She walked down the steps, pausing to look up at him watching her intently like an angry vulture. Looking down at her wand, she watched it pulse weakly, knowing her brand of magic was nothing against a giant like Pendragon. Suddenly, Junie was afraid —very afraid. Shivering involuntarily, she went to send her staff home.

CHAPTER THREE
    J unie lit a cigarette as soon as she took off her coat. Kicking off her shoes, she put on matted white slippers that made a whooshing sound as she paced her tiny apartment. She lived under the tracks, never noticing the train that shook the walls when it raced past her home. It was the four -story, rent -controlled walk -up with hallways that smelled of cabbage and dirty sneakers. There was so much paint on the walls that it made the rooms feel smaller than they were. Luna snaked her black, feline body through her mistress’s legs, meowing loudly. Junie threw herself on the couch and idly caressed the cat, enjoying the deep purring response. She rested there, letting Luna’s calming purrs relax her. Luna smiled up at her, her green eyes warm. Junie felt her tenison ease. She rose and walked over to the blotchy mirror that dominated her living room. Despite its faded glitter, it was an elegant accessory, all Rococo in design, with two putti angels attached to the top of the frame. She searched the misty depth, her eyes giving up to rest on her wrinkled face.
    “Mirror, mirror on the wall.” She rolled the words on her tongue.
    A deep voice chuckled. “Droll, Baby Fat. Very droll.”
    “Works in the story.” Junie shrugged, her face breaking into a sly smile. She considered her reflection. She needed a change. “I don’t like my hair.”
    The faded brown locks rearranged themselves into a smart blond chignon. The face