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fiona

she's happy to see laura, and her leg bounces against the cream leather chair as she waits for the redhead to join her.

the grim look on her face diminishes fiona's mood immediately. she sits on a nearby chair hesitantly with hands clasped together. "fiona."

this is not good.

"uh, yeah?"

"someone's here to see you."

fiona's blood runs cold at the possibilities.