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[color=c7a0d5][h2]Pierre Nuit[/h2][/color][img]http://oi60.tinypic.com/ofyltz.jpg[/img][/center]
[url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdAoYar8Y0c&ab_channel=ArfaiFahrul] Enter Pierre Nuit.[/url]

The man standing alone in his smoking room grimaced. The woman attending to his facial hair completed her assured final cut on his moustache before pulling away her instrument, replacing it with a mirror which she held in front of his face. 

[color=c7a0d5]“Tell me girl, if your father assured that you would take over a wealthy corporation would you at the very least pick up the phone?”[/color] His voice was poignant. He did not mince words and he most assuredly did not waste time.

“Yes sir, I would.” She replied. He examined himself in the mirror some before turning his glance on her. His piercing eyes playfully jutting through her exterior.
	
[color=c7a0d5]“Are you calling my daughter irreverent?”[/color] He asked, his eyebrow half-cocked.

“No sir I-“she began.

[color=c7a0d5] “Well if you had half a mind or a quarter of a back bone, you would.”[/color] A silence followed, before he nodded retrieving a scroll from his pocket, shooing her with a subtle flick of his wrist and a direct clicking of his tongue. He dialed his first born daughter.

Estelle was only just waking up. It was not a time at which one should just be waking up. The school was bustling with excitement – it was parent’s day after all. Many students would be excitedly showing their parents around, who knows, perhaps some would request to speak with Estelle seeing as she would be overseeing some of their studies from this point forward.

She sighed as her scroll jolted to life with a sustained jolt.  She excitedly nabbed it, hoping to see her new bar friend’s photo come up. Instead it was a picture of a grimm. 

[color=#6050DC]“Dad.”[/color] She said quietly.

It was parent’s day. She should answer. He wasn’t going to be around forever. She flipped the scroll open, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

[color=#6050DC]“Hello?”[/color] She started cautiously.

[color=c7a0d5]“Is that how a teacher of Beacon answers the phone?”[/color] Her father said, very clearly speaking down to her position.

[color=#6050DC]“It’s an honest job. You know I pay for caller I.D.”[/color] Estelle said with short breath, grabbing the half-finished glass of whiskey and immediately shooting it down her throat.

[color=c7a0d5]“An honest job.”[/color] He said as if holding a horrid taste in his mouth. “Is this what you have become?” He spat. “Where have you hid Bianca?”

[color=#6050DC]“She was on a cruise. I’ll talk to you later.”[/color] Estelle said and hung up the phone before her father could protest any more.

Estelle was sure she needed to sleep with someone or go to the bar. No, it was probably both. The thought of her father in the school where she taught fully sickened her. Almost as much as the thought of Bianca spending hours with him. But at this point, there wasn’t much she could do about that. If she tried to be with Bianca it would force Bianca to pick a side, create conflict. At least this way he would treat her like his favourite and hopefully she wouldn’t listen to his usual condescending dialogue that he always used on her.

She decided it was time to get her ass out of bed and get on the move. She told Bianca she’d meet her at the armory, and from there they’d head to coffee. So that was where she started heading.