I heard some breathing on the phone for a few seconds.
“Still there?”
“Yes, I’m still trying to process all of this.” Come on, Nevaeh. I hope this works out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll even pay you that day since you’re a professional and you know I’m not a jerk to you.”
“I’ll do it. You’ve taught me so much about magic, and I should return the favor. The Illustrious Nevaeh will be at your service.”
The waterworks flooded on my face.
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