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The office before her was austere and clean, modern at every angle and gleaming in the sunlight of Downtown LA. It was a remote office— Not the usual headquarters — So Jessica had been lucky when she’d heard the woman was in. She’d been waiting months for just the confirmation of an appointment of interest—

Clearing her throat she approached the double doors, drawing her hand back sharply when they opened in front of her to a gleaming, well-maintained office space. The receptionist didn’t even glance up, and Jessica’s heart rate seemed to bump up slightly.

Shuffling her briefcase she moved forward as she cleared her throat,

“Excuse me—“

“Yes?” No eye contact. Just a brunette looking down at a flat screen with names and numbers. Jessica tried to peer over it to see if she was even on there, but a well-manicured hand slid over it as the brunette finally looked up, a dull but forced smile on her face:

“May I help you?”

Every word was firmly polite, and Jessica fought the urge to frown. Her face tightened as she smiled and shifted her case forward,

“I’m Mrs. Rabbit— Here about Toontown.”

The woman’s eyes flickered some interest, and she opened her mouth to ask,

“Marv-“

“That’s need-to-know, thank you.”

A single, perfect brow and Jessica swallowed hard. She could do this! She was going to press forward, make a case—

And then what? Acme was dead. Toontown was Toon Owned now. But— Little details… Little things had been collapsing. Acme hadn’t really calculated for the long-term effects, and someone strange had been moving in and taking things away. Not so much as one would notice immediately, but enough that it was beginning to build up— Ink around the edges, if you would…

Someone had told her Mirage could help.