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was only partially open to begin with, but she could clearly hear the deep voice that responded.
                  "Dr. Charles is ready for you, sir." The way he said it reminded Kass of being in the waiting room at a doctor's office when a nurse came in to announce the next patient. She was certain, however, that any man belonging to a voice that sounded like that would have horrible bedside manners. "The car is waiting around front. We will take you to meet him."
                  Robert nodded to the man behind the door as he spoke. "Hmm, alright. I wasn't expecting a chauffeur, but why not?"
                  As her dad swung the door open to give him enough space to exit the kitchen, Kass was able to catch a glimpse of the man her father had talked with. It became readily apparent why the sunlight had been blocked out: the man was massive. He was so tall that she was almost certain he would have to duck to enter through the doorway, and he was thicker around than most of the trees throughout the neighborhood. Kass was immediately reminded of some of the larger football players she had seen on TV when her dad watched ESPN.
                  “Ugh, he really needs to stop ragging me about getting a job before I go crazy and start talking to myself in the kitchen,” Kass mused as she got up and went to the fridge to see what she could dig out for food. Oooo! Pop-Tarts! The food of my people , she mused to herself as she noticed them in the vegetable section of the fridge. Her dad had a way of trying to hide foods he wanted to eat in the vegetable section, confident that Kass would never open that drawer. At least he didn’t put them on the top shelf of the cabinets, she chuckled to herself as she grabbed the box and started to open it. That was so mean. Then again, the only reason he’s probably not doing it is because I used to scratch the counter tops climbing on top of them as a kid to get up there.
                  “So what do I do about you?” Kass muttered aloud for some reason as she stared at the number on the paper.
                  After devouring her Pop-Tart like it was the last sheep in a cyclop’s cave, she picked up her phone and finally gave in to temptation.
                  It didn’t even ring a second before a friendly female voice answered: “Hello! This is G.O.R.N! The Gamer’s Official Review Network.”
                  “Yeah, great, I’m calling about the offer you--” Kass started explaining, before she was interrupted.
                  “Someone will be with you in just a moment to take your call. Please enjoy the music while you wait,” the lady’s voice continued.
                  What? What happened to robots that sounded like robots? Who puts a long pause after an introduction? Kass tried to feel less stupid about talking to the answering machine like it was a person. That said, the music wasn’t half as bad as some of the other stations that insisted on playing country or another awful mix of repetitive, downer tunes. Most places she was used to calling seemed to pick out their melodies based on ‘What is most likely to get a person to hang up and commit suicide.’
                  “This is Kerrigan from G.O.R.N. How can I be of service?” a peppy voice finally broke into the repeating chorus of the song.
                  “Wait, your name . . . your real name is Kerrigan?” Kass had to stop herself from snickering.
                  “Yes. Yes, it is. I have absolutely no relation to anyone named Sarah though, so please don’t ask. Now, before we get sidetracked, whatchya callin’ for?”
                  “Oh, right! I’m calling about the cash offer made last night for an interview with the Hydra-riding lady on Tiqpa.”
                  “Excellent! So tell me what information you have on her. We