Six months ago, they’d relocated the business to the Underground, a demonic paradise that was pretty much a subterranean, hyperactive version of the Las Vegas strip. “But I’m not calling her all the way back here.” It wasn’t exactly a simple location to arrive at. “She’s the co-owner she must have her own set of keys.” As a demon, she was, of course, far from it. “Thanks anyway, Heidi-ho.” The kid truly did look like an absolute angel. Harper stroked the little imp’s white-blonde hair. Heidi, her other cousin who was only five, came skipping out of the breakroom and crossed to Harper. “Well, maybe if you got up off your ass and looked instead of lounging on the sofa flicking through the portfolios, you might actually find them.” Speaking of imps… Harper turned to her teenage cousin. She might biologically be a sphinx like her mother, but Harper was an imp in every other way that counted. They also excelled at lying, cheating, stealing, and identity theft. Breaking and entering was merely one talent that imps possessed. Having been raised by imps, she was very security conscious. There was no sign of her keys, which was a major problem since she couldn’t leave without locking the studio. She’d searched the reception desk, her office, the breakroom, and every tattoo station. Shoving the drawer closed, Harper Wallis cursed. If I were a set of keys, where would I be?
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