[h3][i]Alexandria Mason[/i][/h3]
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Lex tore the white latex glove off her left hand and tossed it toward the garbage can across the room. It hit the back wall and landed squarely in the middle of the basket. [i]Bank,[/i] she thought. She looked back at the man sitting on her exam table. He was incredibly tall, easily hitting above 6 foot. His dark skin and equally dark eyes were flawless. It's what made him such a good prostitute. People were drawn in to his smooth complexion and the glisten of his white teeth when he smiled. Lex smiled as she approached her box of gloves, pulling another one on with a snap. She turned back to him; Jackson was his name. She held her smile as she felt the glands around his throat, testing their size. "And what kind of recreational narcotics have you been using?" she asked. Sure, it was part of her job to know what kinds of things those under the Syndicate's employ were using, but she had to be more vigilant than ever after the text she'd received from Quinn. Orders were orders and she wasn't going have anything slip through on her watch, especially since she was on the front lines dealing with this new drug. Jackson maintained a impassive face when he answered.

"I did a line of coke about a week ago with a couple clients. They paid extra for it, but I was given approval ahead of time." Lex nodded, knowing the approval was sent from one of the higher ups. The Ariella Syndicate held a hard line when it came to the sale of the drugs but would often be lenient when it came to letting their prostitutes use with a client, especially when the clients paid heavily for it. However, they always needed permission first. Lex dropped her hands, finishing her exam. "That's it? Just the one line?" She looked directly into his midnight eyes. She had an uncanny ability to be able to detect a liar and it came in handy when questioning those under her care. Jackson held her gaze evenly.

'Yes ma'am. Just the one line." He was telling the truth and she knew it. She smiled even wider this time and took her gloves off again. 

"Thanks, Jax. You're free to go. Give this slip to your handler and I hope you have a great week." She signed her name and tore a bright pink paper off her clipboard. The paper would tell Jackson's handler that he had been given a clean bill of health and could continue working. It was an inevitability that the prostitutes under the Syndicate's employ ended up with STDs or pregnancy but as long as they were given medication or the fetus was aborted, they were allowed back to work. It was the patients who contracted more severe illnesses, like HIV, those who came in with beatings from the clients they picked up, or those who came in strung out on something that made the job worth the effort for Lex. 

It was a horrible thought, really, for her to get excited about the distress and poor choices of others but she had shut off her negative emotions toward the shady aspects of the business a long time ago. She was raised in this lifestyle by a cold and distant father. He saw no point in sheltering her and she learned to embrace the power that came with it. She was a quick study and realized early on that her family would always need someone to look after their health. And that's what they were to her - family. Her father had been killed when she was just starting her teen years and, having never met her mother, the Ariella Syndicate was the only family she had. She excelled in school and was accepted into one of the top medical schools in the country. She graduated top of her class and headed straight back home when she finished. She walked right into the office of the head of the Syndicate himself and announced that she'd be taking over the position of in house physician. She had busted the windpipe of the man they were currently hiring in to examine their employees so it's not like he could protest. Impressed with her tenacity, he made the job hers that day.

Coming back to the present, Lex's phone chirped with another text. She unlocked the phone and watched the text pop up.

[indent][i][color=a187be]We need you at the docks in an hour. Bring your gun.[/color][/i][/indent]

Her heart started beating rapidly. If they were calling her out into the field, it must be something big. These were the days she craved. She glanced at the clock on the wall above her head. She had time to see a couple more patients before she left. She went back to the glove box and pulled out another pair. "Next!" she called out.