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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Brooklyn Bridge
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"Ms. Holmes, we can't..."

Verity clenched her fist before speaking. [color=DCDC95]"First off, it's Verity. Not Ms. Holmes when speaking to me. Ms. Holmes is my mother and that bitch probably gets off on it. Second, you damn well can. We had this meeting on the books for months. I worked around your boss' schedule. I made time in mine. Hell, I even ordered gluten-free muffins for them. So they will show up to this meeting. They will be on time. And they will do so with bells on. Do I make myself clear?"[/color]

She could feel the assistant start to weep and Verity rolled her eyes. [color=DCDC95]"First rule in the business world. Suck in your tears. It's a sign of weakness. Get your boss in that room or so help me you will never get another job in the city. You'll be lucky if you get to suck out sewage from portable toilets when I am through. Do it now!"[/color]

She turned off the call. She had been driving while speaking (hands free, get off her back!). She quickly dialed her own assistant. [color=DCDC95]"Trudy, hold my calls for the rest of the day. I feel a migraine coming on."[/color]

"Already done, V. Your father called also. I did as you asked."

[color=DCDC95]"Told him to take him and the demon spawn he married to the molten crevice they crawled out of?"[/color]

"Not in those words per se, but the message got through."

[color=DCDC95]"What would I do without you?"[/color]

"Kill it as usual, but in a little less pinache."

Before Verity could reply, she felt herself lurch forward. She looked around. She had stopped, but her car had been moved. Was she hit? She looked in the rearview mirror and saw some dude on a bike. He had apparently ran into her. [color=DCDC95]"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."[/color]

"What happened?"

[color=DCDC95]"Some dirtbag on a bike just rear-ended me!"[/color]

"Well, that's money in your pocket then."

[color=DCDC95]"Going to be hard to collect from a corpse when I'm through with him."[/color]

Verity hung up and got out of her car, much to the chagrin of those around her, honking their own horns. She looked at her car first, noting the damage, then to the man's bike, noting the significantly more damage done. Then to the man. He looked ragged and worn out, but heavily frustrated. Good.

[color=DCDC95]"Well isn't this lovely? Decided to not pay attention to the road in front of you? Well you stepped in it now. Name, number, and insurance and we'll get this going. That's going to take days to get sorted and I just don't have time for that. Couldn't have hit anyone else? Had to be me?"[/color]

Verity was straight-up fuming. She did not need this added to her day.