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in this morning.
    I put the kit on top of the counter where Tiffany had gotten my clothes from and opened it. I took out the smudge stick Eloise had given me and used my matches to light it.
    "Air, fire, water, earth. Cleanse, dismiss, dispel." The smoke moved away from me as I used the large eagle’s feather to push it up and into the air as I continued to chant, "Air, fire, water, earth. Cleanse, dismiss, dispel."
    It was a basic cleanse for the space I was going to occupy. There was always some type of bad karma in buildings but if I was going to work there, I needed all the bad ju-ju to go away and this wasn’t going to hurt.
    I traced the path Tiffany and I had walked since I knew I would probably be working within those areas. Since I wasn’t sure how to get to my office from where I was, I left that for now, but I knew I would be on the line, keeping a close eye on my product, so I headed there.
    Slowly I walked down the stairs, fanning the smoke as evenly as I possibly could so it would form a barrier over the co-packing part of the plant. I was happy to see the new belt for the bottles I had chosen was moving, but wondered who was running it.
    The thought crossed my mind that Tiffany had someone stay longer to get the product started, but my bottles were still in the boxes I had sent them in and the cheap plastic bottles were packaged and ready to go.
    There was no way I was going to bother with stopping the new belt because I had no idea what I was doing, and no one was around. I put the smudge stick out, happy with my progress and walked over to the packaged bottles Burt had okayed for my stress free line and opened it.
    “Gross.” I took out one of the plastic bottles. The cheap container really did dull the product making me more stressed. With my other hand, I took out Madame Torres and set her on the ground and I took a seat next to her. “I’m going to need your energy.” I told her and held the bottle in my grip and lifted it up into the smoky room. “Any stress that you hold must go. From inside out and outside in, stress be gone while rubbing in.”
    I sucked in a deep breath and let the energy run through my fingers that Madame Torres was giving me. I wasn’t able to cast many spells but with the help of my smudging and intuitive gift, I was able to do some.
    One by one, Madame Torres and I held each bottle up, saying the same thing over.
    “Last one.” I was so tired of chanting. I had no idea what time it was, but I was sure by the time I made it back to Whispering Falls, I was going to have to turn around and come back. But it was worth it. Each product that Burt insisted had to go out needed to go out with the intention.
    “What in the hell are you doing in here?” One of the security guys fanned his hand in front of his face. “Who are you?” His eyes slid over to the still moving belt with nothing on it.
    “Hi, I’m June. I work here. I’m sure if you call Tiffany Rossen, she’ll say it’s okay I’m here.” I stood up and tried to hide Madame Torres from being seen.
    “What’s all this smoke? And why is the machine running?” He kept his hand on his security belt. Though he didn’t have a gun, he had a billy club. He walked over to the machine and smacked a couple of the buttons on the side like Tiffany had done this morning.
    Rowl! Mr. Prince Charming jumped on top of the machine, whacking the button with his tail, starting the belt again.
    The machine made the awful screeching sound setting the conveyor belt in motion. Both the security guard and myself covered our ears. We watched as the belt slowly came to a stop. Sticking out from underneath the flaps where the finished product rolled out was not a Gentle June Stress Free Lotion bottle, but a pair of shoes, attached to feet, and attached to legs and attached to one dead Burt Rossen.
    “The black butterfly,” I gasped, remembering how the symbol of death had floated out of Petunia Shrubwood’s hair as she stood in A