Wright Anything Agency

September 6 9:30 a.m.

Maya giggled giddily to herself as she saw Phoenix making his second batch of coffee for his employees. She sat on the office couch, her chin resting on the palm of her hand, leaning the against armrest. The purple kimono she brought with her was tighter now, which she didn't mind at all. Maya was actually very content that the outfit defined her mature physique to get the blue suited attorney's attention again. Her mind kept dancing and returning to the morning 'fun' they had. 'Whatever has gotten into Nick should stay like that!'

Her legs kicked forward and backward against the office couch. The spirit medium was constantly repeating the scenes in her head about the intense moments of the morning. Some crazy-sex professional ghost probably possessed the blue attorney because she still felt the vibrations of her pleasure still faintly through her. She could have sworn that Nick was using more than two arms and they were giving her one heck of a ride. Her eyes were constantly closed tightly, ushering every ounce of strength to keep up with the energy pumped defense attorney in a battle of stamina. But what made her squirm and writhe passionately the most was the way how he used his mouth as an instrument of torturous pleasure. She bit her lower lip hard and closed her legs tightly to prevent her reminiscing to bring about her arousal in front of the company. The way how his tongue writhed and coaxed her body against her was out of this world. At times his breath was hot and cold, giving her body mixed signals, but adding to the suspense. The passionate kiss was something entirely unorthodox because his tongue was burying itself inside her mouth, busily admiring and playing against her own. Maya took a large amount of air and breathed slowly to calm herself in her heated moment.

"Maya! Tell me what happened between you and Mr. Nick!" Pearl was asking her intently on what had happened the previous night.

Maya sucked on her teeth, more than well aware that Pearl was old enough to acknowledge they were probably having quite a bedroom fiesta that was more intense than the one in the morning because she couldn't remember a glimmer of last night. But she just had to be curious on the details. "We had a pillow fight, Pealy. A very fun one." Maya winked.

Pearl gave the Kurain Master a stunned expression. It turned into mild frustration as she pulled up the sleeve of her kimono, displaying her frail arm in a threatening position. "That's it?! Mr. Nick! This is Master Maya! You should've been holding her and…" Pearl slowed down, releasing her sleeve further cupping her face adorably. "...kissing her and telling her how much you love her."

Phoenix kept stirring the tea spoon in his coffee on the countertop, hearing the spirit mediums continue their lovey-dovey talk. He was enjoying the cute spirit medium's ignorance, lightly snickering under his breath. He would prefer it that way, any time. Nick knew that his life would be a living Hell to explain to Pearl about the Birds and Bees correctly than the weird imagination of what she thought of the traditional stork. Bringing them a child when a couple loved each other very much. The last thing he wanted was to reiterate the terrible female processes like he had to with Trucy. The little spirit medium ran up to Phoenix and was smacking the back of his new blazer. He felt the small handprints, practically little bug bite intensity.

"Mr. Nick! Why?! Why don't you tell Master Maya how much you care for her?! You're evil, Mr. Nick! Just like the Magistrate!"

Phoenix closed his eyes, laughing at the spirit medium's accusations. His comparison to the Steel Samurai super villain was a little over the top, but still something he would have expected to come out of Pearl's arsenal of insults. He rotated his position, his warm coffee mug secured tightly in his fingertips, now viewing the spirit medium giving him a barrage of blindly thrown fists against his vested chest. He couldn't help, but laugh harder. The ricochettes of the hits were causing his coffee to almost slip out of the ceramic confines. He placed his mug on the countertop next to his prescription of antibiotics. The spirit medium wasn't ending anytime soon, as Phoenix received the blind fury head on. It was better than getting smacked on the face. Surprisingly, her attacks barely made him flinch, he actually believed she was hurting herself.

The attorney caught the spirit medium's fists, her tiny hands quelled by his size. His grasp was firm, but gentle. She stopped, finally opening her cute eyes to the big and scary blue defense attorney holding her. It was his fatherly gaze; however, what comforted her from frantically trying to release herself from his grip.

"Now, Pearl. Don't mess with the new suit. Trucy got it for me and I want to keep it in mint condition." He instructed her kindly.

Pearl looked away from him with defeat. Her eyes low as she stood there held by the attorney. "Okay." Her mood shifted back to her angry self, "But you're still mean, Mr. Nick. Not loving Maya is a crime itself. I should have Mr. Edgey-worth take you to jail!"

Phoenix released the little spirit medium. He was stunned by her banter. His view changed to Maya, who had her mouth gaped by what the spirit medium just spat. He knelt down, resting an arm on his knee. His other hand supported his balance, "Pearls?"

Her face was somber, but her view was still on the kneeling defense attorney. "I am surprised by the previous statement in your testimony." He played around with the spirit medium, courtroom style. "But I'm going have to object to the charges you're indicting me with."

Pearl fixed her position, readjusting herself, but still eying him with puzzlement. "I don't get it…"

"You should actually be charging me with loving Ms. Fey with unfathomable amounts." He smiled smugly as he rose to his feet, arms akimbo. Pearl was confused by the last words. 'Unfatho-mobile?'

The poor spirit medium stood silent for a while. Her lackluster vocabulary kept her dazed by the word, but when she returned to the word 'love,' she exploded. Pearl was jumping giddily on her toes, as her ribbon styled hair bounced up and down with her movements. Her open mouth smile wide across her face as her arms flailed to her sides. "You do love Mystic Maya, Mr. Nick!? I knew it!"

Phoenix shook his head, unsurprised by Pearl's reaction. His gaze changed towards the idle medium on the couch. Maya flinched backward, the look Phoenix was giving her beamed with satisfaction. She covered her face, hiding that pink evidence that gave away her true feelings away more than a guilty suspect on the witness stand.

Trucy managed to get all of her props and practiced one more time on her magic tricks for her show later. She had to take care of some kid's party who wanted a magician instead of a clown. Apparently, the kid had a traumatizing experience. The clown had a working partner with weird pink hair who confused the heck out of the kid as being a flat chested woman. They had an argument and the fit ended up collapsing the bounce house on top of the birthday boy. Long story short, magician was in favor of this year's party.

"I'm taking Pearl with me to the show, Daddy. I promised I'd put her in the act!"

Phoenix shuffled in his new suit, "What act is she partaking in?"

His fear of his daughter accidentally hurting someone during an act was something that sometimes slung over his shoulders, especially if it was Pearl. But he always blew it by, she was a professional, but you still can't be too careful.

"The Wakeling Trick!" Trucy waved her wand around.

Phoenix swallowed hard. 'Oh no… not that one...'

"Are you sure you want to do that Pearls?" Phoenix asked nervously to the calm spirit medium as his jaw lowered.

"Yeah. I trust Trucy!" Pearl was excited, but Phoenix was a little uncertain of what she was getting herself into. All he needed was a call later tonight on how Pearl now needs to be stapled back together by the waist from a enthusiastic doctor completely unphased by the horribly-gone awry saw trick. She would only be half the spirit medium she was. The nervous attorney shook his head before addressing his daughter. "Okay, just be careful, please."

"Sure thing, Daddy!" Trucy waved for Pearl to tag along as they bolted out the door.

Phoenix and Maya's silence was short lived as another defense attorney walked in.

"Good morning, boss!" Athena was bright by her appearance.

"Good morning, Athena." Phoenix replied with authority. "I made you coffee. You can add whatever you like to it."

"Thanks, I am a bit fatigued." Athena played with her earring, the crescent yellow moon dangled as her fingers prodded it in wonder.

"Where's Apollo?" Phoenix asked the junior attorney.

Her face crinkled a bit by the mention of his name. She was visibly flustered, but somehow managed to cope whatever pent up emotion was left deep inside. Her expression became serious. "I don't know, boss."

"Hmmm… He's normally here early." Phoenix tapped his chin with his index. "Probably last night was rough on him."

"Actually, Mr. Wright...As odd as it sounds. I don't remember last night." Athena pouted her hands to her hips. "I don't even remember getting home."

Phoenix's expression become concerned. "I must admit. I don't recollect last night either."

The atmosphere in the room became intense. The only lighthearted one in the room was the spirit medium in the back, lounging on the couch, flipping through channels.

Athena tilted her view to the spirit medium, lying inattentively. Athena winced, remembering that her boss did leave alone with her. 'Not gonna think about that now...'

There was a knock at the door. Athena stood idle as Phoenix made his way towards the sound. He twisted the knob and was greeted by a disheveled and sweaty red attorney.

"Are you okay, Apollo?" Phoenix's eyes grew wide. Apollo appeared as if he just ran a marathon. His red vest was unbuttoned incorrectly, two buttons skipped downard, his collar was out of place, crumpled against his vest, and his cyan tie wasn't tucked in and hung desperately like a noose. "Yeah… I'm fine."

Athena's minor aggravation subsided when she saw the pathetic state of the red defense attorney.

"Do you want to call off for the day, Apollo? You don't look well." Phoenix led the sickened attorney to the couch, where Maya shuffled off quickly.

"Geez, boss. He looks bad." Athena muttered. She placed a hand on his sleek forehead, "You have a fever, Apollo."

Apollo was panting deeply. "No! Really I'm fine!" His requests to stay were falling on silent.

"Listen Apollo." The blue attorney gave him a serious expression. "Go home. Take the day off."

"No, sir. I just had some Cold Killer X. It should go away eventuallyyyyy…" Apollo winced as he grabbed his throat. A tickle was making his voice scratchy. Phoenix and Athena were getting worried.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?!" Athena asked frantically, about to dial for paramedics.

"Guys… honestly, I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm not a baby." Apollo's tone embedded with rejection. "But if you insist, I'll go home…"

"Are you sure?" Athena kept her hands forth in case the red attorney would pass out so she can catch him.

"Yes!" Apollo yelled. Athena arched backward. Phoenix furrowed his brows. Apollo acted much more aggressive. His slacked shoulders rose up against their weariness as his tensed body headed towards the door.

"Take as much time as you need." Phoenix didn't face the direction of the red attorney. "In case anything happens, call us."

Apollo didn't respond. He left the door wide open as he vanished from the office.