We stood in the ‘incubation’ room long enough to where even **I** felt uncomfortable as I awaited what Bee’s ‘*price*’ was to essentially make me…..well less me and more beautiful.
Though after Bee did tell me *WHAT* she did and I saw more or less *HOW* she does what she does I was beginning to feel that ‘*buyers remorse*’ more and more and I haven’t signed on the dotted line yet.
It was like we were in war. The first to speak loses.
That or I was missing something.
I felt my irritation flare up as I folded my arms and huffed, “So what? Money?”
Bee smiled as she started to laugh instantly making me think *Or not!* still I let Bee laugh until she got herself under control as she smirked, “No Megan. Between all the **humans** that constantly make me fix them I have enough money to buy a country,” she smirked, “even with me kicking *Prime* her portion of the profits.”
She looked around at the ‘incubators’ as she sighed, “Really wish they weren’t so *lazy* but I can’t complain the returned business.”