On the other edge of the town, looming dark behind the local grocery store a mysterious building stood. Though it was a small shop, anything would have been dwarfed by the 20 story steel and black glass monstrosity owned by Jones Pharmaceuticals. Genesis hated the eyesore, but it just went to show you if you had enough money people would over look everything. Last night Genesis had managed to duck her mother, but this morning she wasn't so lucky.

"I don't understand why you can't just do as I ask."

Genesis groaned as she swept her tousled hair out of her eyes, "Because I don't need to go to college... we are richer than god..."

"Genesis! Watch your language." Maurine scolded her only daughter as she crossed her arms over a blood red blouse. Maurine was always immaculately dressed, and this morning was no exception. Her crimson blouse was complimented perfectly by her curve hugging skirt in a darker maroon. It didn't matter that it was 9 in the morning, her mother's face was perfectly made up.

As if reading her mind, her mother stalked forward. "You know..my little bird, it wouldn't hurt you to take care of yourself better...look at those bags..." her mother pointed to her face and Genesis hid it in the pillows once more. "Now, get up. You need to get your things-"

"I have to go into town today, Martha got some books in for me..." she told her mother convincingly. It wasn't that Genesis didn't like reading, it was just a lie she used to get out from under her mother's watchful eye. "We could send Jamison to do it. I mean honestly-"

"Mother, if people think we act better than them, they aren't going to see the company in a very friendly light," Genesis sighed, as if reciting something for the fifth time to a child. Just the mention of the company was enough to stop Maurine's trail of thought. "Fine, if that is your goal, keeping up appearances. Go find yourself something at that clothing store..." Her mother disappeared and soon reappeared with a $100 bill in hand. She tossed it onto the bed and patted her daughter on the head.

"Go."

Within an hour Genesis was seated in the back of a black sedan that was winding the downhill path to the city proper. Once within the city limits, the young woman had Jamison pull over and let her out. He would wait there for her for as long as she wanted. The young woman exited the car and slung her leather bag over her shoulder. Her clothes weren't as...civilized as her mother's, but her style was current. A cut off blue shirt bared her lower midriff and tight jeans hugged her hips, her blonde hair hung free and her feet were clad in an expensive pair of sneakers.

With a pause, the young woman slipped some earbuds in, rock music blaring into her ears as she strode down the sidewalk. She was hungry, and the only place in the whole town even open this early was the diner, so that's where she headed.