CHARLIE CHADWICK SMITHSON THE THIRD

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"There's a... Uh... A missing persons report from two days ago. Her parents are Hellen and Kennedy Dibny. Their address is... " I cut Simone off. 

"Dibny? That's their surname? She is Rudolph. Penelope Rita Rudolph. " 

"Well, they have a picture of her with the name Penelope Rita Dibny down there. " Simone says handing me her tablet to check it for myself. 

Indeed, it says she is a Dibny. She couldn't have lied to me about her name could she? 

"They can't be her parents . She said her parents used to call her pretty. " I insist. 

"Yeah, they've said she is their foster kid since she was three when her parents were involved in a grisly road accident. So they are basically her parents. I mean, she is seven now. They have been taking care of her for four years now. " 

I raise a hand to stop her, Simone never knows when to shut up! 

"You don't understand, she doesn't want to go back home to them for some reason. Since you are good with kids, you go talk to her and find out the reason why. "

"Uh, sir with all due respect, I can't do that. She won't speak to me. Before you came I tried to speak with her but all she insisted on was waiting on you. 'I'll only speak to Char... ' um... She insisted on speaking to just you. I think she wants to tell you but she is afraid or something. " Simone goes on and on. 

I yawn feeling actually sleepy. Stretch a bit. Simone awkwardly turns around and leave. She wasn't helping I don't know why we needed to sit around and chat. I walk back to my office. Pretty is seated on my fancy chair twirling around. 

This kid is just a different story from how she acts. Wasn't she upset some few minutes ago? Now she's happy. 

"Having fun? " 

"Yeeesss