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Remember: everything Killian J. Moretti says is made up.
*Its a Friday afternoon, and Killian is sitting at her desk in her office, leaned back and Flipping through files of contracts, pulling out specific ones and looking them over, sipping on a glass of pure rum. Her eyes darting page to page.* *She'd hear someone approach her door, looking up at the door before focusing back onto the papers.* “ And what is it that I can do for my favorite lady? ” *She'd say, her russian Accent almost as clear as the glass of rum in her hand, her tone Neutral.*
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