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"Vivienne, hey!" Harley waved her over, standing by the elevators.
Ignoring the secretary as she buzzed Ford on the intercom, she made her way over to where Harley hailed her.
"I don't know why he bothered to call you out here," said Harley once she'd gotten close enough. "I mean, he called me up to his office the minute I arrived!" he exclaimed.
Vivienne didn't appear particularily surprised. "I see, well it seems just like him to do something like that."
It was true. Churchael's Phillip A. Ford was notorious for doing things his own way. As well as trying to get on her bad side.
"Did he happen to mention what he wanted?" she asked, plucking the handkerchief from his overall's breast pocket. "Or did he do his usual abstaining the reveal of information?"
Harley shrugged, and shook his head. "He told me to wait by the lift and to bring you up," he answered. "That's all."
Sighing, Vivienne glanced over at the lift, and then gestured. "Shall we, then?"
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Eloquently Murdered
Science FictionVivienne Chesterfel, codenamed Red, is an ex-detective turned Dealer. After six years of dealing anything, ranging from drugs to weapons, Vivienne has grown bored of the cycle of buy, sell and reap. What she wants now is some excitement. When she d...
