Side Story 4.77 - Tiny Terror in Fur

Jhoanna's POV

The silence was too good to be true.

I had just settled into my chair with a warm cup of tea when a loud, familiar crash echoed from outside.

Hans, sitting across from me, exhaled deeply. “Again?”

I rubbed my temples. “It’s been less than an hour.”

Before either of us could get up, the office doors burst open, and in stormed Rio—looking like he had aged five years in the span of an afternoon. His usually well-groomed hair was a disheveled mess, his clothes were covered in dirt and what I could only assume was flour, and there was a faint twitch in his left eye.

“I quit,” he declared, pointing a trembling finger at me.

I blinked. “Quit what?”

“Being responsible for your demon