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Hera's Responsibility
"Hera." From her attention that was all focused on the game in the small television in front of them and the console in their hands that was nearly going to be broken because of how hard they were being carried away with the intensity of the online fight that they were competing about. Hera immediately looked over her shoulder and found their mistress standing by the door. She had just come in, her arms were crossed, and watching them from there. She looked displeased, and as far as she knew she came from Dale's office for her task and seemed that she was in a bad mood because of the turn of events. Her face was crumpled, her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed and her thin lips were turned into a scowl which partnered with her eyes forming into an irritated glare. "Gizelle, take over my p
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