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"What do you mean you can't come out here until next month? I've shown you pictures, you've already sent one of your workers to inspect the damage…"
Celestia waited for the man — ugh, it was always a man — on the other end of the line to finish giving her the usual cliched excuses. Tight schedule. Waiting for enough manpower. Having to repair some of the utility work.
Budget cuts. It was always the budget cuts that were her worst enemy.
Celestia took it back. Having a woman on the line wouldn't have made it any better. When it came down to it, nearly all humans lacked the same basic ability to comprehend simple facts, much like the one she was about to reiterate:
"No, I don't think you understand. My school. Has a giant. Gaping. Hole in it. The same one that's about to be in your head if you don't-"
More words. Celestia's teeth gritted.
"...How much extra? ...Yeah? Well, same to you! Tell your brother I said you