Deal with the Devil

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There's a rapid knocking on my office door. I groan as my already throbbing headache intensifies. "Enter."

One of my interns hurries inside. "Ma'am, I know we're not supposed to disturb you, but it's Miss Wetsone..."

I rub my temples in an attempt to still the migraine. "Bring her up."

"Right away, ma'am."

He runs off and not a minute later a lithe woman in a crimson dress strides in. She sits down in front of me.

"Miss Wetsone, what can I do for you?"

"I need you to look at our contract again."

"Why? I have done what was asked of me."

"But I am not pleased."

I close my eyes for a moment to temper the headache. "You asked for fortune and fame, I delivered." I look at her still flat stomach. "And, like it or not, seven months from now is when you will deliver to me."

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