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[@Lady Amalthea]"I'm not a contractor, Sunie," Florina replied with nary an ounce of levity to be found in her tone of voice or facial expression. 

"And even if I were, I'm not sure I would be able to source work from either of your sisters and without always keeping my eye on them. No offense." Today Florina wore one of her business gowns that were growing more popular among corporate women these days. Said gowns consisted of a top mimicked that the jacket of a suit with a wide, deep v-shaped neckline filled in with an undershirt and tie matched with a voluminous, if plain full length skirt made of the same fabric as the bodice. Florina pulled up a shoulder that was beginning to droop before stepping up closer to the counter.

"I know your shop's is likely overburdened at the moment, but I was wondering if you would be open to take a special commision." Despite making a statement, the last portion of the sentence was made as if asking a question.

[@Nallore]"I'd rather wear a hat for the rest of my life, than embrace the wreckage under here" Lenard said, pointing at the top of his head before he took a sip of coffee left unaltered by cream or sugar.

"Today's going to be a long day. After this, my schedule's filled to the brim with meetings that end with not quite enough time to get to the next meeting. I'm going to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Must be nice being able to work from home, huh? Just get to sit around in your underwear all day." Lenard looks deep into the cup of coffee, as if contemplating whether he should toss back the entire mug despite the fact that the liquid was roughly 200 degrees fahrenheit.

[@FantasyChic]"We're not going to be here long. It's just going to be a couple of questions." The younger of the two cops asserts when Kimber asks them to take a seat. He glances to the side and notices the death in Brandon's eyes, but returns his gaze back to Kimber without acknowledging it.

"There's been a murder not too far from here, and we have reason to believe that the suspect might have been here shortly before the incident occurred," the older cop explained. He hadn't dropped eye contact once after establishing it, and his gaze was hard like flint. His expression remained neutral, but there was something off about it that was nearly impossible to describe. "Last night did you notice anything suspicious or particularly out of the ordinary for your establishment?"