Mirabella needed a dose of the rare and pricey herb called "Hellebore." Negotiating the price was a breeze itself, and soon, she transferred the funds without a hitch.
No sooner had the transaction been completed than the website's admin slid into her DMs.
CloudAdmin: [Hey there, dear Baby. Could you drop me your delivery address, please?]
Mirabella's username was "BaldBaby."
Resting her fingers on the keyboard, Mirabella couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the admin's choice of words. She typed out Adler's address and hit send.
CloudAdmin: [Got it, dear Baby. Your package will be with you by 10 a.m. tomorrow, sharp!]
BaldBaby: [...Okay, but can I ask if there's a way to file a complaint about the site's services?]
CloudAdmin: [Excuse me?]
BaldBaby: [The whole 'dear Baby' thing...?]
CloudAdmin: [...]
One minute later—
CloudAdmin: [Dear BaldBaby, our site doesn't currently offer a complaint feature. Wishing you a pleasant night, farewell.]
A smirk twitched at the corner of Mirabella's lips as she closed the chat window. Her avatar blinked with a new message, and she hesitated for a moment before checking it.
CoolAutumnBreeze: [Just saw your trade post, buying botanicals for someone?]
BaldBaby: [Yeah.]
CoolAutumnBreeze: [Cool, bro. Mind if I ask you something personal?]
From "dear Baby" to "bro," Mirabella leaned back in her chair, exasperated. It seemed her online persona was beyond salvage.
After a brief pause, she typed: [Shoot.]
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