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No clients were scheduled for a cleansing appointment, no eccentric people had called me in a panic claiming their kitchen was haunted, and no spirits had disrupted the societal peace causing mass destruction of buildings. There was no one to save, nothing to fix, and no money to be made. Boring.
With all the recent down time, I'd decided to write a book to promote my exorcism business, Spirits and Such Consultations. So far, all I'd come up with was a single paragraph:
"In a supernatural world full of evil spirits lurking in the shadows and possessing items and people, no one is safe. Thankfully, espers are here to save the world. While it's true espers, like myself, have telepathic abilities to move anything with their mind, they can do so much more, such as rid the world of these evil spirits via exorcism. I, Reigen Arataka, have written this book to not only shed light on the mysteries of heroic, iconic, amazing espers, but also to provide guidance to the average person like yourself on how to keep yourself safe from these evil spirits."
I stared over at the poster on the white washed wall. It was a dazzling picture of me looking awesome, with the bold letters "Greatest Physic in Modern History."
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Greatest fake physic, Dimple, a green flame-like spirit that lingered around my business, would often say.
True, I was a fake, but I was still pretty great. For what I lacked in power, I made up for in confidence and charism. Usually looking at the poster gave me motivation to grind, but for some reason the ability focus escaped me.
All I wanted to do was lean back in my swirled chair and smoke a cigarette. I glanced over at Mob, who was sitting at a desk I found on the side of the street. The desk looked pretty good for being trash, and since I didn't have many resources when I first opened my business two years ago, most of the things in my office were found for free. I had standards of course, and only selected the classy trash for my office. No one else knew, except me. I planned to buy all new furniture soon and get Mob a very nice, quality desk.
Mob was busy doing homework for the eight grade. Since there wasn't much work to be done right now, I told him he could work on his summer courses and I'd still pay him - because generosity was an area I was trying to improve.
Maybe if I slipped out and took a smoke in the back alley, he wouldn't notice.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
What am I even thinking? I told myself I wouldn't ever again. Besides, this kid actually looks up to me. I better not.
"You hungry Mob?" I asked, clearing my throat. Nothing distracted me from the desire to smoke like my desire to eat.
