I turned round and started to make the coffee for Cindy whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. ‘How come you don’t have your k...y, Cindy?’ ‘Oh, I wasn’t going to be home so early because I’d gone out to a party and my parents weren’t picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early.’ ‘Why did you have to leave?’ I asked her. ‘Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just…’ and she left her sentence hanging in the air. The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to. Who would believe it if a megastar like Ariana Grande was spotted serving drinks to powerful men, wearing a slutty, deeply degrading Playboy Bunny costume. Would anybody ever imagine seeing a legend of the music industry like Hayley Williams on her knees, barking like a damn dog on the orders of men twice her age? It's almost impossible to even think of a girl as seemingly eager to keep out of the spotlight as Lorde flashing her titties just because some powerful executive tells her to, or for. Now as I was narrating, a month ago I had a new client. Now he was the only one that came into my office. For the first week, he would come in, sit down and not say a word. He paid for an hour every weekday and he would just come in, stare then after the hour was up he would leave. I tried to get him to talk but after a few days I realized that he would eventually talk when he wanted to. So when he came I played music. I played the kind of music I liked. Then I started to play music he might. Though visibly still shaken by recent personal revelations herself, the good professor managed some welcome news.Assuring everyone that Hero, now transfered to one of her labs was responding well to treatment. Going further to inform that his injuries while serious where far from life threatening.Thanks to in no small way to his 'unique' physiology, she was quick to emphasize, and of course her amazing skill. The later of which Washu was as rapid to point out.She was therefore confident Hero.