#godccmplex

It wasn't normal for them to host. If their dinner plans were with someone, it was usually with her brother and Rachel. Or the plan had been to go "bother" Katherine about taking actual control of her heart stuff. She hadn't been there for all of it, but she had been there for the more recent stuff -- mostly there to poke and prod the woman into maybe doing what Kass had been trying to get her to do for...a long time. In between that, her internship, and helping out her brother when he needed an extra set of hands at the bar or with baby sitting -- she was surprised she hadn't pulled her hair out or had her own health issues because of it. She knew how exhausting it was for her husband -- so when she heard about this guy, she sighed a breath of relief for both of them.

Because maybe it meant that she would actually do something.

She rushed home and did everything -- showered, curled her hair, put makeup on, get dressed. She knew how important this night was -- for both of them. She padded out of their room -- her scrubs gone and now in a simple pair of jeans with a half tucked in band tee and into the kitchen to find Kass. A soft sigh fell past her lips, reaching into the drawer where she kept the hand cream for moments like these. She set it on the counter -- washed her own hands and dried them off before gently applying some of the cream to his hands and gently rubbing it in to his extremely over washed ones. "Everything's going to be fine." Almost as if it were on cue, she heard the knock at the door. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before padding to the front door. She took in her own deep breath and put on her warmest smile as she opened the door. Viv bit back any initial comments that threatened to spill past her lips and she cleared her throat, opening the door and gesturing for them to come in. "Come on in. Be careful of the cats. Big black one is Soup, orange is Salad, and the one with the missing eye is Breadsticks," she looked at them with another smile, "And I'm Viv. Shoes off. Make yourself comfortable."

Daniela was actually happy with her prior home. She had everything there what she actually needed and thought that she would live there for several more years. But nothing in life went as planned and now she was standing in front of her new home where she guided the workers, who were lifting her furniture, in the right direction.

She sighed as she thought back what happened to her other home. Burglary and water damage, both happening in that order. Most of her furniture where destroyed and she was also not able to live any longer there. Daniela was not a woman who believed in fate or was superstitious, but in this case it really seemed as if she was haunted by a bad luck. A good reason to move on and just start over.

It had been a while since her last moved, she had forgotten how exhausting it was, especially for someone who was such a perfectionist like her. She gave further instructions where the respective piece of furniture should be placed and walked out from the front door with her stilletos when she suddenly felt a prickling in her neck and spotted someone watching her from the window with a cup in his hand. The face was familiar and she had to pause for a few seconds. In these seconds she bluntly stared back at him as she stared at her.

It was not that she didn't had made her homework and didn't informed herself about the neihborhood, it was one of the reasons why she picked this place, but it would never have occurred to the doctors mind that she would live next to the L1M3 Tech founder Elijah Kamski. There were some rumors about him, one of them was that he was living very isolated.

Daniela looked around and was surprised. This area was quiet, but not isolated. She hid her chuckle. This just shows how little the media actually knows about a person and yet he seemed more of the introverted sort.

Many people would have found this staring contest uncomfortable, but Daniela was not the shy type. She liked to observe her surrounding and the people within. Especially before she took the first step into action. Not only was this a big part of her character, it was also big part of her profession as a doctor.

"She's the Hibiscus model." Glass made it easier for them to locate. "She's near the Pink Room entrance. Clientele has been scarce today. Just a few people while I've been here. The incident here shook things up but that's how major events build. A ripple in the pond. You two gentlemen should know that very well." Glass leaned back in the booth. Nursing his drink some more, he looked to Corvus. The man's eyes were dark suspicion. Always when they meet but Glass has never steered him wrong. Not for the right price. And with DeVille the price is always right. "Thank you for your time gentlemen. I have my own business to attend. Good luck." He slide from the seat, dropping cash for the drink on the table. With a smile he leaned his head a bit towards Elijah, "You may need it." After all those not familiar with Night City's Red Light District may gloss over the dangers outside of its sex life.

“Maybe something on a smaller scale.... Also. Mother has asked about you. She is wondering if you were able to make it over for dinner. She misses your company.”