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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Boardroom -> Verity's Office
[color=DCDC95]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center]
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With the meeting being done, Verity met Trudy in the hall as she handed her a stack of documents. Truly, Trudy was the main character. [color=DCDC95]"Literally would die without you Trudes. I'll get it squared away in my office. And thanks for the car fix."[/color] Her mind flashed back to the accident and the man on the bike. Probably some schmo not worth the headache she continued to nurse.

After bidding Trudy farewell, Verity made it inside her office, tossing the stacks of paper on her desk. She'll sign them in a minute. She took a seat and closed her eyes. If it wasn't one thing it was another lately. Her phone chimed. She glanced and saw [I]his[/i] name with a knife emoji next to it. What the hell did he want?

She ignored it and started signing the contracts. He probably wanted money. It was usually about money. Well he wouldn't get another dime off of her.