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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, First Floor
[color=DCDC95]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center]
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Verity checked herself in her phone's camera as she made her way down to meet the tow truck people. As she maneuvered, she noticed a few interns watching a video. She would have to chastise them later for being on their phone when they should be working, but she also remembered that this was their generation. Everyone was connected now with their phones. It was a way to spread information easily and was almost as vital as water to live in today's society.

The video itself garnered attention. A man who looked like he was literally falling apart was shot by a cop, but the man still went after him. She shook her head. We were living in crazy times.

Once she got on the ground floor, she saw the men, who greeted her. [color=DCDC95]"Yes, thank you so much for coming so quickly and so early! I do not believe I need anything, so feel free to take it in. I'll sign whatever I have to. And again, thank you both."[/color] She gave them the award-winning smile she was known for. Once this was done she had about 100 other things to take care of, but at least she had a minute to breathe.