"I guess you're kind of right," you said, crossing your arms. "My mom says I need a job for the summer. Especially since we just moved into the neighborhood."
"Oh, ho," Cleo's eyes seemed to sparkle more than her cloak as she leaned closer to you. "Is that what you're after? Well, fate smiles upon you, my child. It just so happens that I'm in need of an assistant for several months."
"Really?" you could hardly believe your luck. "Well, great! Uh, do you want me to fill out an application or...?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary. All that is required of you is a simple test."
"A test?" you asked. "You mean like an interview?"
"In a matter of speaking. I just need to make sure you're the right...Person for the job. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into."
"This is like an antique shop, right? How hard can it be?"
"Not very hard at all with the proper know-how. But, as you can probably see, this isn't exact;y the most normal sort of shop."
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see in time," she replied before kneeling under the counter and digging around. "Now then. How can you prove yourself? Let's see what old Cleo has for you now. What calls to you?"
For some reason, the way she phrased that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. But you found yourself waiting on her as metal and glass clattered around out of sight.
"Here we go," she croaked from the dust. "This one speaks of you. What do you think?"
You watched as she reappeared with something in her hands. It was,,,
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