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I panic. What do they want to talk about? Am I in trouble? Questions start to go through my head.

"Y/N, it's ok!" The say quite loudly.

"What do you need?" I say shakily.

"I think your going to be permanently working here with FryPan." Alby says.

I sigh. I'm kinda relieved that I'm not getting in trouble but I would have rather been a runner.

"Ok thanks for telling me." I say politely.