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    Grace on Fire – (Chapter: Selection Process)

    The blender hummed loudly as it spun about but even louder as it spun out of control. It shook and rattled violently until its contents exploded all over the flirting Starbucks girl and the ugly man who was trying to get with her.

    “SON OF A BITCH!” He yelled in horror. “This blazer is fuckin Versace!”

    Everyone in the line was having a good laugh at the guys’ expense and let out a round of applause when he began to walk away from the counter. Unfortunately for him, Ashley wasn’t done.

    No one noticed it but a blob of the product that was stuck all over the two nitwits moved from its stationary place on the floor to directly in front of the annoying media man. He stepped on it, slipped, and went flying straight onto his back while his drink fell right on the crotch of his pants.

    It was extra hot, right?

    A shrill scream pierced the background noise as the man rolled around in pain, clutching his groin while the rest of the onlookers were either tearing up from laughing so hard or shaking their heads in disbelief.

    “I’m going to sue you motherfuckers!” He wailed as Ashley rolled her eyes and stepped over him, approaching the shocked looking girl behind the counter and snapping her fingers to get the employees undivided attention.

    “I want a large black coffee, none of the fancy shit.”

    ~~~

    On the front door of Leviathan Records hung a sign that said, ‘Closed for Renovations.’ Below it had a giant X through ‘So Piss Off’ in Jason’s scrawled writing and under that said ‘Sorry for the inconvenience’ in Kyla’s feminine penmanship.

    Chuckling, she entered the fine establishment to find Kyla and Jason sitting behind the cash register talking about something or other until they noticed her walk in.

    “Where in the fuck have you been Davies?” Jason asked nicely.

    “I got held up.” She casually walked over towards the two and set her coffee down. “So what’s the game plan for this security thingy?”

    Kyla stood up and flicked her wrist towards the door, locking it and tinting all the windows in a single motion. “We’re going to block the basement from everyone except for you, Jason, myself and the bosses.”

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