"I usually don't staff men", said the cheetah girl, leaning back in her worn office chair. "They usually don't have the stomach for this kind of work."
She took sips from her chipped 'world's fastest boss' mug as she scanned my resume. Her large brow slacked and her tail tip fidgeted.
She wore a sharp business suit. Her yellow and black fur was impeccably well groomed. Her clean appearance contrasted with her ratty office. Boxes of cleaning products were piled next to filing cabinets, water dam

    
Ria the snake, gave a long yawn. It had been a day. But there was supposed to be one last visit to the small theater club room before the day was over. So, the vibrant blue cobra waited patiently sitting down at the table and glancing over her papers. It was, after all, going to be a short little visit. The door itself was open after all, and whoever the new peep was, could easily just...walk in.


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