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Verity looked over at Flynn, sure there was more going on, but she also had a busy rest of the day. [color=DCDC95]"No, that'll be all. Thank you for the speedy service."[/color] She accepted the address and turned to get back on the elevator.

But something gnawed at her. She couldn't leave well enough alone. She moved towards the window, hoping to get a better look at what was going on. She didn't want to be seen if she could help it, though she supposed it didn't matter. Either way, she shot a quick text to Trudy to hold the fort down for a few minutes. 

Police were involved it seemed. This had to be bad. And if it was bad it was juicy. And juicy equaled ratings.