195 — Daphne POV
I find myself seated in an office.
And it's bright.
So bright.
I squint and look around. The entire place looks like a rainbow threw up on it.
Walls—pastel stripes. Ceiling—covered in glittery clouds. Carpet—plush purple with tiny smiling suns embroidered in the fibers.
There's a ridiculous pink teacup-shaped chair beneath me, rocking gently. A giant mushroom umbrella shades the room.
I glance down.
I'm wearing a pink suit and white gloves.
At least it's still a suit. Small mercies.
I shift in the chair. It squeaks softly. I stare at the gleaming white desk in front of me.
A neat placard reads:
"Daphne Han — Head of Fairytale Disturbance Resolution."
I blink.
What.
Before I can think more—information downloads into my head.
Ah.
This is a fairytale works and my job?Stop the characters from killing each other. Or doing anything too drastic. Keep the story from collapsing.
