Chapter Three
“What questions or concerns can I address for you two lovely ladies on this beautiful day?” Percy asked as he reclined in his chair and nearly knocked his phone off his desk in the process.
Where Victor was thin and lithe, Percy was as unwieldy as a gargoyle in a potions shop — but the one thing they had in common was their overbearing, overeager salesman smiles.
“You can start with the warlock that got tossed out of here,” I said. Percy’s smile faltered, but he rallied quickly.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. Unfortunately, Mr. Bloodworth has been a problem for some time, but I assure you, he won’t be going forward,” Percy said.
“What’s his deal?”
“Business has slowed for all of us in Moon Grove lately, as I’m sure you’re already aware, Ms. Clarke,” Percy said, the len
