Sign me. You know you want to.

[lc]

Whistling a simple tune, watching the lights pass by on the elevator, Lacey Cadavre rides to her destination. A contract. Such promise for the young woman... such potential. And so
many
unfortunate
victims
that must deal with her. She'll love it. Each and every day.

*Ding*

The doors slide open, listening to the rush of air, the wheels of the door rumble over their small tracks. A sadistic grin is her response, the target located. The very first name she saw entitled "Angel." The one who would sign her contract.

*Knock, Knock, Knock...*

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[lc]

"*Ahem...* Miss......

Casey? Angel?"

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

[lc]

"Ugh... some management..."

Every door that was in her sight was shut. Figures... She looks at some of the signs of the directory. One floor down was the "Home" office of the Full Throttle General Manager... perhaps she could prove useful...

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[Casey Angel]

Come in.

A voice is heard from inside. Was she sleeping? Who knows. A metallic click was heard as the door unlocked.