Adrienne Perry - Detailed Volume No. 1

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Rhianne Wardwell picked a corporate swivel chair to take a seat at Pinkerton's branch office at downtown Manhattan. The exterior of the consultancy's building was made of reinforced windows and glass. It was quite an aesthetic to watch the rain droplets race each other down the glass windows; it was raining and there were billions of droplets racing each other.

Pinkerton was a renowned detective agency. She hired to them to find out what happened to a friend who tried to kill her. He had suddenly gone AWOL for the past year. But the investigations firm couldn't find out anything about him. She kept pushing them for more, but she knew they were tired and ready to drop the case and offer her a full refund. It was a better business decision to redirect private detectives to cases they could actually solve.

The man who tried to kill her was an old friend, Mattis Hoegenakker. He had become delusional and drugged her to finance a terror plot which failed to manifest. Up until this past year, she ran a successful boutique bank in Liberty. For a time, she also ran Interspace Commerce. But she suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder due to the event and she could no longer be herself. For her, retirement most definitely came early.

She was looking for Mattis because she was torn over wanting to kill him, and not giving up what humanity she had left. A part of her wanted to know if he was alright, and still alive.

A blonde woman entered the office with just the right amount of gravitas. She did not walk in with a command presence, nor did she try to hide her steps. She wore a modest blazer and outfit and carried herself with humility. Rhianne could immediately tell she was about to speak with someone every banker hates: a civil servant.

The blonde woman gently extended her hand: “Hello Mrs. Wardwell, my name is Perry, how are you doing today?”

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