The last few months had not been going well at all. It had seemed like a great deal, getting out of hell scot-free. And it was still, she supposed. But work had become hard as of late.<br/><br/>The first ten years were easy enough, sure. Grant a wish here and there, sign a contract or two. Warn them about approaching deadlines. But the new part... god. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy eating them, it was just... their attitude. Always whining and begging and screaming. They knew what they were in for, in the first place. The last one had screamed for hours in her stomach.<br/><br/>And the trouble it was causing her personal life! First the police, looking for missing persons, then the other police, looking for the first, then families, friends, it was like she had to eat entire communities.<br/><br/>She had just swallowed an aspirin for the headache. Well, it was time to get to business again. She looked in the mirror. Okay, remember, she thought to herself. Evil grin, sexual intimidation. She stood slightly up. There we go, she thought.<br/><br/>She approached the bench where her next client was resting.<br/>"Mr. RoTT?" she inquired. "I have some business to discuss with you..."