"What a burden, young sapling go into tiresome weed trees."
That was Castellas ramble as she sorted through the harassment documents, and the billing provided by her accountant. Her office at the chapel taking into expenses of embarrassments.
"To what gives negative traction from a morally righteous cult, now it's party damages." She thought, then bringing out the stamp of it being done, what she hired a pr lackey to spin doctor all this away.
"His ******* shan't be published all over the glitz hub. That's for sure, he does that enough for his fan, or parachute community"