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*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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