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Jillie Djinn looked down froet down froood six inches taller than she But right then, Beetle could not have felt any smaller He just wanted to curl up and disappear so time

"Mr Beetle" Jillie Djinn drew herself up straight and, like a judge about to deliver a particularly harsh sentence, she announced, "I give you notice that I hereby terminate your employment at the Manuscriptorium immediately Your Indentures shall be burned You will leave now and take your personal effects with you"

Both Jenna and Beetle gasped "What?"

"You&039;re fired," snapped Jillie Djinn, who could be horribly concise when she wanted to be

"You can&039;t do that!" protested Jenna "Beetle is brilliant here This place couldn&039;t run without hiet rid of hi too late what she had said

"It is no concern of yours, Princess Jenna," Jillie Djinn replied coldly "I shall run the Manuscriptorium as I see fit and will not be dictated to by anyone Not even you"

Beetle could not speak The great looly around hiled to take in what had just happened Jenna took Beetle&039;s arm and led him toward the front office "Don&039;t worry," she whispered "She doesn&039;t mean it She can&039;t mean it"

But Beetle knew better He knew that once Jillie Djinn got an idea into her head that was it - nothing could change it

As Jenna pulled open the door to the front office, Jillie Djinn&039;s voice echoed through the empty Manuscriptorium: "You have five minutes to clear your desk, Mr Beetle"

After that the Chief Herht of the NightUllr padding through the shadows behind Jenna Jillie Djinn had a horror of wild anie&039;s desk until well past e to make a run for it to the safety of her upstairs chamber

Jenna propelled Beetle - who- into the front office and angrily slaoing to be doing any desk clearing

Beetle just stood and gazed around the office, taking in all the things he loved: the great stacks of papers and books piled up in the , his desk, his swivel chair, the sausage sandwich that Foxy had bought hiotten to finish - even the door to the Wild Book Store

All these things Beetle stared at, knowing that he would never see theain in the same way Even if he ever dared to venture into the Manuscriptorium - which he didn&039;t think he would - they would not be the sa at his desk, eating Foxy&039;s sausage sandwiches

"Is there anything you want to take with you?" asked Jenna

Beetle shook his head

Jenna looked at Beetle&039;s desk, which he had tidied and made ready for the end of the day His Manuscriptoriu with other,your pen You don&039;t want to leave that behind"

But Beetle didn&039;t want to take anything to remind him "Foxy," he croaked "Give it to Foxy"

"Okay"

Quickly, Jenna wrote a brief note to Foxy, found so twine and tied the note to Beetle&039;s Manuscriptoriureen inlay that, if you looked closely, you could see that the coth of the pen Jenna left it on the desk and hoped that Foxy would notice his name, which she had written on the outside of the note in her large, looping handwriting, which her essay tutor coer every day

Gently, Jenna took Beetle by the elbow and steered hied the handle hard and the door flew open with a pi-ing Outside the hined and spots of cold rain spattered onto the panes The evening was oppressively dark, alht from the torch flames, some of which had blown out Eddies of litter and leaves ca into the Manuscriptorium and swirled around their feet Beetle stood h his and stepped outside, taking hireat crash