"So... to what do I owe the pleasure?"
unprompted.
"Oh, believe me. This isn't pleasure." As much as she strove to maintain a sense of decorum, some of her ire slipped out right at the end, shoving a stack of documents up against his chest.
"Your fanatics have been harassing my students, therefore my business. They keep flooding the streets and disturbing the peace, more than any devil ever would.
Here are all of the protections I have set in place, all notarized through Public Safety and the mayor's office. Keep your delinquents away from the west side during daylight hours, or you won't be able to hide behind being a non-taxable religious entity."
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