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The routine of Eirene Campbell as the president and CEO of Quinn Group was probably not what many imagined it to be - unlike other business conglomerate leaders, the woman at the helm was controlling and perfectionist; to be at the top meant that she needed to stay aware of mostly every detail. Delegating came hard to her - and any sort of occurrence that deviated from normal operations and the smallest oddity were required to be raised and brought directly to Eirene's attention.

And that was exactly what happened when the sensors installed in one of the warehouses owned by Quinn in District 12 were activated. They were triggered in the middle of the night, but the cameras located at the facility offered a confusing feed. It was easy to see someone getting inside, quietly and orderly... And then not leaving, opening it to other strangers or seemingly doing anything that posed a risk to the place.

In fact, the report that found itself at Eirene's hands stated that this mysterious invader appeared to be sleeping; they had located the administrative office close to one of the gates and seemed to have crashed on the couch available there. Frowning, the blonde requested to be sent the video footage, and analyzed it with a team of security and IT specialists.

The idea of someone just crashing a Quinn warehouse to sleep off a hangover was immediately discarded - some degree of knowledge was required to manage access to the place and the remote systems showed it had been professionally done. Yet, the following actions did not match those of any rivals of Quinn (or Campbell enemies) - and it was all made even more mystifying when the technology team managed to get better resolutions out of the cameras, enough to identify the trespasser.

Eirene immediately recognized her - Cinnabar, the individual who was once the pride and joy of Serpent's Eye and a highly trusted service provider among the Eastside elite. The woman had used them a few times for security reasons, but had never been sent Cinnabar; everything the blonde knew about the other female were the public reports, the media articles and the gossip following her apparent desertion from a mission a few months back.

Cinnabar had been missing since then - was this the reason that brought her to one of Quinn's warehouses, maybe? Just need for shelter and a break while on the run from the authorities? Drumming fingers over her desk, the business magnate pondered over her next move, simulating a few scenarios in her mind before deciding on one that involved an unusual approach.

With the aid of her IT team, they brought a computer online in the room occupied by the former Serpent's Eye operative and turned on the audio, as well as the webcam. On the other side, a microphone was connected to the CEO's own machine, and therefore enabled her to talk remotely to Cinnabar while getting some average-quality image and thus able to examine the other woman's reactions.

"Mmmm! Noooooo..." It's a groan of displeasure at any sort of light hitting her face. She's stayed up 72 hours updating her tech and binging the anime that Chief allowed her to watch, only to crash for 12 hours of pure, uninterrupted sleep immediately after dinner. Not like she needed sleep - her hyper intelligence mixed with all the mania she's ever experimented on coursing through her blood has never really let her "sleep" per say, thoughts always zooming through her mind, her eyes always seeming to move or twitch under closed eyelids. But she still was a growing little girl heroine for the people, who had to be a good example to others in both smarts and her brand of relaxation. So, when her marathon was over, she finally accepted sleep and whatever ideas or nightmares it showed her.

❝...❞

What is this? What's happening? OH I SEE, DO YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TALLER YOU CAN PET ME?

♕ how's my portrayal? . accepting

Toria, what the heck, this is so cute! ;-; You were the first mun I approached offline of the PtN roleplay community and I'm so glad you turned out to be this amazingly welcoming and incredible person because I didn't know I needed Cinnabar this badly in my life (and Chameleon, and McQueen and... Listen, I'll work through your entire roster, I swear).

I'm beyond delighted that my writing gives off the right vibes rather than just being... Long-winded nonsense, haha. I've been writing in a certain way for too long back on my main blog and at first I thought this would potentially not 'fit' with a new community, but you have been just so... Perfectly accommodating and lovely, really!

I've been enjoying immensely everything we've discussed and joked about offline and I cannot wait to see more of our joint development! I am super grateful that you have so wholeheartedly embraced my take on Eirene (and all the headcanons and everything I've extrapolated from the game sources) and honestly. I stalk your content, too - your range and ability to shift between different muses and just make me hear their voices is so good.

Whips her head left, whips it right. The cheese remained unmoving, sticking to skin even as she tries to shake it off like a wet dog. No, it hasn’t occurred to her to use her hands but by now, it was too late. 

Mmf! Mmf!!

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