[indent][b][u]February 22nd, 8:00 PM
Hub City Realty, Hub City[/u][/b][/indent]

It wasn’t hard to recognize the woman behind the desk of her office, considering her face and name were not only on the building outside, but a good portion of the “FOR SALE” signs decorating numerous buildings and homes around Hub City. Diana Desmond, top realtor for the ever popular and reputable Hub City Realty. She was getting on in her years, but it seemed plastic surgery and auburn hair dye kept a good lid on that little [i]secret[/i].

Despite the moving men and couriers that seemed to frequent the building, the man that currently occupied the chair opposite her was no mere manual labourer. He certainly had the build though, tall and tan with broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his expensive button up shirt. He took a drag of his cigarette, smoke languidly swirling in the air on his exhale. Diana pushed an ash tray closer.

[color=saddlebrown]”You shouldn’t be so hard on her,”[/color] The man rumbled, voice deep and with a hint of scratch in the back of his throat. [color=saddlebrown]”You know how kids are.”[/color]

Diana threw her head back and laughed.

[color=pink]”Oh, do I ever. Her mother was the same way; rebellious and thinking she knew everything the world had to offer. Still,”[/color] This time the blonde woman sniffed, harshly putting out the butt of her own smoke before going right on to light another. She leaned in as the man offered her a light before leaning back into her chair. [color=pink]”At least she found something productive to do with her time. Even if the results are-”[/color]

[color=saddlebrown]”Disappointing.”[/color]

[color=pink]”Precisely.”[/color] Diana’s fingers dipped behind the desk, and a moment later produced a manilla folder she delicately placed down. [color=pink]”In any case, here are the new reports for new potential package deals. I know you have another you’re planning on picking up in two days, but I’ve included what we managed to gather about that particular [i]property[/i] you’ve been looking into. I’m sure you won’t need my services for closing that particular deal, now will you, Russo?”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]Now, at the time, I had no idea what all this talk really meant, but I could tell from the tone and phrasing that it was code. And when bad guys speak in code you [i]know[/i] that there’s something illegal goin’ on.[/color]

Russo chuckled, pulling the folder close and flipping through it. His broad frame hid the contents, though his shoulders visibly tensed as he seemed to reach a particular entry. [color=saddlebrown]”...No.”[/color] He lifted his head, and before him Diana’s eyes narrowed at whatever she must’ve seen on his face. [color=saddlebrown]”I’ll be able to answer these Questions on my own.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]Very illegal.[/i][/color]

[color=pink]”Of course.”[/color] He rose then, and Diana didn’t even bother to mimic the action. However as he turned to leave she called out after him, [color=pink]”Oh, and Russo?[/color]

He stopped.

[color=pink]”Do keep Gabrielle out of too much danger, won’t you?”[/color]

A low chuckle.

[color=saddlebrown]”As long as she doesn’t seek it out herself, Diana.”[/color]