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Emmy sank down into her chair, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, shit, he's lost it," she moaned. "No phone, no computer..." she banged on fist on the desk loudly, "...and who the HELL does he think he is calling US high-maintenance!!??"

"I guess it could be worse..." Brenda gulped when the Diva-ho's head swivelled in her direction..."Or maybe not."

The tiara was gently placed next to Emmy's elbow, then the ho-in-training tiptoed around around and settled into her own chair on the opposite side of the desk.

Emmy sat and sulked, then pouted, then sulked some more. After these activities proved to be less than fulfilling, she sighed and sat upright, took her abused Tiara in hand and placed it firmly on her head. "This is ridiculous. I'm a Ho, I should be able to get us out of here."

Brenda looked up from where she was passing the time cleaning out her backpack, "OK, how do you plan on doing that?"

Emmy stood up, leaned a hip on the the corner of her desk and glanced around her clean, new and mostly empty office. "Damned if I know...a working phone would be nice."

Some scrabbling noises ensued, muffled muttering, then "AHA! One phone coming up." A cell phone appeared in her apprentice's hand. "How's this?"

"Thank you." Emmy murmured. Quickly she dialed Darry's cell-phone...which, of course, was busy. "Do you have anything to eat in there?"

More shuffling sounds, then things started appearing on the desk in front of Emmy. "Um, coke, oreos, a bag of cheeto's..."

"How about Nutella?"

Without looking up, Brenda placed an unopened jar of Nutella next to the oreos, followed by a swiss army knife, standard-issue ho sunglasses, palm-sized blaster, a roll of duct tape, her wallet, a travel-sized tool kit, two vials of fingernail polish, an overnite kit, a pile of vid-chips, and her data-pad.

"I really should clean this thing out more often," Brenda apologized, staring at the mess on Emmy's formerly pristine desk.

Emmy poked and sorted through the pile, occasionally picking up an item and giving her padawan a curious glance. The duct-tape she avoided with a shudder. Finally, she straightened her shoulders and nodded her head decisively. "I think I have a plan."

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