[sub][sub][h3][i]Kimberly- Unsafe and Unsteady [/i][/h3][/sub][/sub][hr]

[b]“I’d love one, thanks sweetie.”[/b] Kimberly said with a warm, but slightly tired grin, as took a pretzel from Vivian, and began slowly munching on it. Food was always that much tastier if you savoured it. 

[b]“Tough day, Mamushi?”[/b] She shot the skinny lad a quick wink. [b]“I’d love to see your bony ass try and lift a shotgun.”
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 Kimberly was quite the social butterfly, and someone like Warawasa Mamushi was a god-send to a [i]criminal[/i] lawyer. Nothing helped bail out clients quite like making the evidence against them up and vanish. If a phone call needed to be erased, or a photo needed to disappear, then Mamushi was Kimberly’s first port of call. She had contacts in law enforcement who could misfile evidence, but as the world became increasingly digital, Mamushi became increasingly valuable. Plus it was nice to hang out with someone roughly her own age, and watching him squirm around women never got old. 

Kim took her seat, and listened attentively as Quinn spoke. One of the main disadvantages of working for a crime syndicate was that they could hardly go and report things to the cops when they went tits up. She was willing to bet her left tit that some of the higher ups were planning to stage a coup against their branch of the syndicate, but as long as they had a few other bigwigs in on it with them, then Quinn and all his associates were guilty as far as the rest of Ariella was concerned. 

When the news report came on, Kim was far from the only person in the room to stare at the screen in disbelief. 

[b]“I always thought the Crest was a shit club.” [/b]