Witness me, old man, I am the wild

Bullshit. Then surprise. "Did you order a portal into my shop?!" Margo demanded, and fuck if she didn't miss having a full field of vision so she could look at both the woman and the portal at the same time.

But it didn't feel like a standard-order portal.

It felt like magic.

"Margo?"

"Shit," Margo hissed. "Q?!"

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. They'd figured something out.

Her gaze whipped back to the woman. "I guess you're my replacement, thank fuck," she said, grabbing her skirts with both hands and hiking them up as she rushed out of the door. "Deed's in the back room, old-ass chest, key's hanging right above it. The one employee we got comes in on Thursdays. Fuck this place, have fun!"

And into the portal.