"Oh, really now, Timothy..." Miss Westbridge trailed her off, her voice more tired than stern. It was clear to the odd woman that she had a very difficult case on her hands. She crossed the foyer and took a seat on an ornate looking couch, sitting up straight with one leg crossed in a very professional manner.
"Oh, very well, Timothy. Give them a call," she was speaking in a very relaxed tone. It was clear that the adolescent's threat carried no weight to her. "However, I can assure you that they won't make me leave..."
She lifted her little bag from under her arm, placed it on her lap, and started going through it, obviously waiting for Tim to make the next move.
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