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[right]Interactions: Lorenza Adel[@Estylwen][/right]
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Quill was spinning one of her pens in her left hand as Mrs. Gardner walked out followed shortly after by the door opening. Two clients in a matter of hours? Her lucky day. Quill glanced up and saw what could only be described as the Grim Reaper if he was a woman and gave a damn about her appearance. The all-black ensemble reminded her of a funeral and Quill admonished herself. [i]Don't think negatively about a potential client. At least give them a chance to disappoint you.[/i]

As the woman spoke Quill felt her muscles tense ever so slightly. Quill trusted her gut and felt she could read people easily, but this woman was hard to pin down. Quill had to admire her in a sense. A "I don't care what you think I'm going to wear all black and carry a freakin' parasol and fuck you for judging".

[color=ba576c]"Please."[/color] Quill gestured to one of the seats in front of her desk as the woman sat.

Varnan Ingram? Had she heard that name before? If she did she couldn't place it immediately. She would have to scour her records to see if she did work for or against him in the past. He had to be doing something if the Grim Reaper was after him.

[color=ba576c]"So Ms. Adel, you say you have a problem and it involves this Varnan Ingram? Why don't you tell me what's going on and what you need from me."[/color]