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Once more Persephone stood up from the plush leather chair to join Mister Lombardi in leaving the office. This whole ordeal was about as "fish out of water" as one could get. No matter how much she tried she look the part, it was just a fact of the matter that she was not some rich person with money to throw around. She was journalist fresh out of college who lived off of ramen and burnt coffee. The apartment she lived in had peeling wallpaper, scuffed floors, dripping faucets. It was a humble life she lived, but it her life nonetheless.<br/>
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As the two left the office, it seemed that she caught the eye of two smartly dressed women. Two sets of ice cold eyes scanned down her outfit. A faux-pity filled smile curled onto their perfectly painted lips. They didn't have to say anything, she knew exactly what they were thinking. She learned from college that some people would never really grow out of their high school ways. As much as she wanted to say something, all she could do was give the two woman a sickeningly sweet smile and simply move on with her day.<br/>
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"Oh my, you people surely don't mess around with that kinda stuff huh? I thought the doorman who knew my name was gonna be the extent of it…" Persephone coughed up something resembling an awkward laugh. Her nerves were beginning to really set in now. While her mind was a complete shit-show, her face remained calm, cool, and collected. Her eyes drifted up to the camera that Mister Lombardi gestured to. For now, she kept anymore quick jests or quips to herself. It was clear why they had all of this extra security. No one could really be trusted in a business like this. Bringing in someone from outside the Lombardi Mafia was a risk all on its own.<br/>
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Persephone was whisked from her thoughts upon the man speaking up again. As the door was pushed open, her eyes widened. She moved into the office with silence, words caught in her throat as she drew closer to the large window overlooking the city. "Oh my god." The words were breathy and filled with awe. For a moment she was stuck there, staring off into the distance. From way up here the crowds of people along the sidewalks and streets looked like little ants scurrying about. She pried herself off of the window so she could get a better look at her new space.<br/>
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From the looks of it, this office seemed to be refurbished at the least. Everything was crisp and clean. Her presence felt like a stain on something so pristine. "Your people know their way around architecture." Her hand delicately brushed along the sharp edge of the desk. The smooth wood was cool to the touch, it was a pleasant feeling.<br/>
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The young woman turned back Mister Lombardi upon him asking a question. Her caramel skin flushed a soft pink, it seemed she would have to get used to humiliation around here. While the question itself wasn't all that embarrassing on a surface level, it was clear why he was asking it. Surely he couldn't have one of his employees taking public transportation everyday. "Well…I don't exactly have my own car. I share one with my roommate whenever I need it. But on days where she has the car I just take the subway in."<br/>
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As the heavy metal fob was placed in her hands, all she could do was stare back at her boss. "S-sir I really can't afford something like this. I truly appreciate it but I just can't." The calm smile on his face made her stomach turn. Just like all of the people here, he must've seen her only as a charity case. Her amber eyes glanced to the keychain in her hands. It just felt wrong, did he do this with all new employees? Or was her case a particularly depressing one?<br/>
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