[center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Sunie Marks[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Rubbing her face slightly, Sunie kept combing through her files. She was just about to give up when she finally struck gold. It seemed there was a file that matched the hand writing. It was older, one from before she had taken over the shop and from the looks of things a simple order. She looked at the date again and remembered when her mentor passed away. When she had taken over the shop. When everything had gone to hell. This order was placed not long before that. Granted there were other orders from that time as well, so it didn't set off too many alarms but in her mind there was no such thing as coincidence. 

	Looking at the email and phone number she had to wonder if they were still even in use right then. If they were, just what would she ask the person? Hey, found a note in my work shop with your hand writing on it... Yeah, great way to start. slipping the file and the note into her pocket she started cleaning up the rest of the files and putting them away. She had to think on this. She could always drop an email, she could call, she could do a cross search to see if she could find an address attached to the email and/or phone number. There were several options but this whole search thing had taken up enough of her time that morning already. 

	Once the files were put back away she grabbed her leather apron and slipped it on. It was time to get to real work, work that paid the bills and kept her family off the streets. This could wait a while. From the looks of dust that had been on the note when she found it, it already had. It could hold a few more hours until she got caught up with some actual work. And if anything, focusing on her craft helped clear her mind. Maybe something else would pop up, a name, something. For now she had orders to fill.