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was the kind of witch that enjoyed dressing in bright colors and frilly costumes. Today, she had donned a stark black dress, and her frizzy hair had been scraped back into a staunch bun. The only spoiler to her getup was the paleness of her skin highlighted the freckles on her face. Cute, not scary.
“It’s good to see you again, honey,” Ilsa said. “How did the werewolf situation go? Oh, well since you’re not in the grave or have limbs missing, I assume okay.”
“Yes, thanks, Ilsa. It’s good to see you, too. It will be even better if you consider hiring me. I can dispel any magic, and I’m willing to negotiate on salary.”
She giggled. “Not any magic, but I think you’ll be useful. Once you get the hang of it, I bet you’ll do just fine.”
“So you’re willing to hire me?” I had come prepared to sell myself more than I had. The boasting about dispelling any magic was a huge stretch, but one had to say what one needed to get the job.
“Of course. You were already hired before you came, silly girl.” She shook her head as if I should understand and waggled a finger at me. “My charts are never wrong, and they told me who I should hire. When I did a little scrying this morning, I knew just the time to post my advertisement. Sometimes it’s scary how good I am.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. She was confident all right, and I liked it. “That’s great. So can we talk salary? Is it too soon to ask for an advance?”
“Much too soon,” she assured me, and I snapped my fingers. Hey, if I was destined to get the job, I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Not like I would get fired. Ilsa believed I was the one. She flashed me a happy grin and spun on her heel. “Now, come over here and fill out a little paperwork. Mind, don’t touch anything.”
I recalled she feared I would ruin the items she had cast spells on to sell in her shop, so I kept my arms inside the ride as I approached the counter. Ilsa waved a hand, and the assorted items cluttering the space before her disappeared. I was impressed and had a moment of regret, thinking why couldn’t I have come back as a witch. How cool would that be?
A wiggle of her fingers and twirl of her wrist, paired with a few muttered words, and Ilsa produced a single sheet of paper with writing on it. I peered at it in suspicion. The top read employment contract, and there was a spot at the bottom for a signature. Yet, if I wasn’t mistaken, subtle vibrations radiated from the sheet. I didn’t touch it.
“Is this a witch’s contract where if I sign, I’m giving away my freedom, Ilsa? Because you still haven’t said how much you’re paying me. Plus, I kind of like my freedom.”
“Of course not.” She laughed but touched the page, and it was gone again. Somehow I doubted her denial. “Let’s just have an at-will agreement, shall we? As long as you’re willing, you’ll work for me, and I can let you go at any time.”
“Sounds good so far.”
“The money is on a job by job basis and will depend on the power of the spell. You’ll receive an item, let’s say for example a music box, and according to how difficult I judge the spell is to break, I’ll pay you a certain sum.”
She named an average amount, and I accepted it. We weren’t talking getting me into designer brands. Not that I had ever had interest in such things. In addition, the items needing my expertise might come semi-regularly or not at all for a couple weeks. I almost groaned in disappointment, but even a bit of money was better than none.
“Also, honey, you’ll work at home,” Ilsa told me. “I can’t risk you moving about the shop. I’ll send the packages by special courier.”
“Wow, I love that part most of all,” I declared. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Ilsa, and thank you for the opportunity.”
“The pleasure is all mine, honey. Now run along. Work to do.”
I left the shop looking forward to my new assignments, which would make life quite
“It’s good to see you again, honey,” Ilsa said. “How did the werewolf situation go? Oh, well since you’re not in the grave or have limbs missing, I assume okay.”
“Yes, thanks, Ilsa. It’s good to see you, too. It will be even better if you consider hiring me. I can dispel any magic, and I’m willing to negotiate on salary.”
She giggled. “Not any magic, but I think you’ll be useful. Once you get the hang of it, I bet you’ll do just fine.”
“So you’re willing to hire me?” I had come prepared to sell myself more than I had. The boasting about dispelling any magic was a huge stretch, but one had to say what one needed to get the job.
“Of course. You were already hired before you came, silly girl.” She shook her head as if I should understand and waggled a finger at me. “My charts are never wrong, and they told me who I should hire. When I did a little scrying this morning, I knew just the time to post my advertisement. Sometimes it’s scary how good I am.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. She was confident all right, and I liked it. “That’s great. So can we talk salary? Is it too soon to ask for an advance?”
“Much too soon,” she assured me, and I snapped my fingers. Hey, if I was destined to get the job, I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Not like I would get fired. Ilsa believed I was the one. She flashed me a happy grin and spun on her heel. “Now, come over here and fill out a little paperwork. Mind, don’t touch anything.”
I recalled she feared I would ruin the items she had cast spells on to sell in her shop, so I kept my arms inside the ride as I approached the counter. Ilsa waved a hand, and the assorted items cluttering the space before her disappeared. I was impressed and had a moment of regret, thinking why couldn’t I have come back as a witch. How cool would that be?
A wiggle of her fingers and twirl of her wrist, paired with a few muttered words, and Ilsa produced a single sheet of paper with writing on it. I peered at it in suspicion. The top read employment contract, and there was a spot at the bottom for a signature. Yet, if I wasn’t mistaken, subtle vibrations radiated from the sheet. I didn’t touch it.
“Is this a witch’s contract where if I sign, I’m giving away my freedom, Ilsa? Because you still haven’t said how much you’re paying me. Plus, I kind of like my freedom.”
“Of course not.” She laughed but touched the page, and it was gone again. Somehow I doubted her denial. “Let’s just have an at-will agreement, shall we? As long as you’re willing, you’ll work for me, and I can let you go at any time.”
“Sounds good so far.”
“The money is on a job by job basis and will depend on the power of the spell. You’ll receive an item, let’s say for example a music box, and according to how difficult I judge the spell is to break, I’ll pay you a certain sum.”
She named an average amount, and I accepted it. We weren’t talking getting me into designer brands. Not that I had ever had interest in such things. In addition, the items needing my expertise might come semi-regularly or not at all for a couple weeks. I almost groaned in disappointment, but even a bit of money was better than none.
“Also, honey, you’ll work at home,” Ilsa told me. “I can’t risk you moving about the shop. I’ll send the packages by special courier.”
“Wow, I love that part most of all,” I declared. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Ilsa, and thank you for the opportunity.”
“The pleasure is all mine, honey. Now run along. Work to do.”
I left the shop looking forward to my new assignments, which would make life quite
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