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The blood in Patricia's veins turned to ice as Brie burst into the room. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk...[/i][/color] Her eyes bulged out of her skull, and she had to try hard not to scream. What the fuck was Brie doing?! Patricia wasn't sure if the unpleasant buzzing feeling was fear or anger. Maybe both? She, like everyone else in the board room, had heard her cry out outside. And had seen her burst into the room, knocking over the mafioso. She tried desperately to keep her mask up- a cold, uncaring woman- but her hands trembled in her lap, and she glanced around the room uncertainly. It was all she could do to keep from visibly panicking, but her breath hitched all the same. This was definitely the last time she trusted Brie for anything work-related, for sure- [s]if[/s] once they got out of here, she was going to throttle her.. She made sure to glare at the girl as she passed by, gaze furious.

But first, she had to actually get out of here. Patricia took her ID out of her pocket, fingering the eagle on one of the corners. It had been enough to get her into a bar, yes, but to a discerning eye, it was blatantly fake. It had been a rushed job- only meant to get her into a bar, not to pass an inspection that her life might count on. She almost dropped the ID, her hand shaking like a leaf. Glancing to Angelica, it was clear that the other girl wouldn't be much of a help. Angelica clearly had a good angle going. Patricia wouldn't screw it up just to save her own hide. After all, the information getting out was the important part. And Angie could get it from Tommy Gugliano... yeah. She'd just have to try a riskier angle.

God, she hoped this would work. She hadn't been counting on getting tortured today.

As one of the mafia goons approached, Patricia extended her ID lazily. She leaned back in her chair languidly, unzipping her jacket and looking at him through hooded eyes. She ran a hand through her overly-hairsprayed hair. But her hands still shook slightly, and her breaths were coming a bit faster. [color=MediumOrchid]"I hope everything is up to standards, sir,"[/color] she said in her best imitation of a purr. She internally winced at her own voice. 

"This is clearly a fake," the goon grunted after a moment of examining it. 

Patricia's heart pumped. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Fuck.[/i][/color] She had been seriously hoping that would work. She batted her eyelashes up at him again, but he had no reaction beyond a slight reddening of the cheeks. Her seduction skills were not particularly good when the guy wasn't old and desperate, apparently. She cast a desperate glance to Angelica, who seemed to have a good thing going. Okay. Okay! She'd just have to do something a bit riskier.

Patricia bit her lip and stood from her seat, squirming around nervously. The goon watched her suspiciously, hand on his pistol. [color=MediumOrchid]"W-well... I do have something to say, but I don't want to say it in front of everyone, y'know? Here, I'll whisper it in your ear..."[/color] She leaned in abruptly, not giving the goon a chance to shove her away. With her lips close to his ears, she quietly started singing. [color=MediumOrchid]"La, la la la [i]laaaaa[/i]..."[/color] If that worked, she'd then tell him, [color=MediumOrchid]"My ID is real. There's nothing suspicious about me. I'm clear."[/color]

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