<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Alexandra Silverman - The Director</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Los Angeles, California<br/>The abandoned warehouse<br/>7:06 p.m.<br/><br/>Alexandra was still sitting behind father’s desk - no, <span style="font-style: italic">her</span> desk, now - when Tommy stepped into her office. As always, Alex was unsure about what her good friend would have to say. He was never one to follow conventions, so anything at all could come out of his lips once he decided to speak.<br/><br/>Bracing herself, Alexandra sighed in relief when Tommy confirmed what she had been feeling in her gut already. “I don’t care about the rules, Tommy. Not now, at least”, she replied to his words. “What you just told me beats condolences. Condolences won’t bring my father justice - the truth will”, she completed her response, her eyes wearing a firm expression.<br/><br/>“We need to…”, she started, but stopped when someone else came in. Evelyn. Alexandra remembered her. She had been a promising doctor, until an error ended her career and sent her to LA. Father had met her when she was working as a coroner, if her memory didn’t fail her. “As well as possible, thanks”, she replied, sincerely. If she were to be completely honest, she was feeling much better now that Tommy had told her she was in the right track.<br/><br/>Before she could say anything more, another one of the Agency members came in. Mr. Walder. He had been a lawyer, and now worked for the Agency, and was a very useful member at that - even if other people could think he was too old to be of any help. Father trusted him, and so would Alex. As the man only nodded to her, she did the same. Right now, her mind was working too fast to waste precious seconds with small talk.<br/><br/>Seeing James and hearing his offer of coffee warmed Alexandra’s heart for a moment. Father had liked that kid as he would like the son he never had. And she felt like she was, now, somewhat responsible for the boy. “Yes, please. Black, if you will”, she replied, choosing her coffee just like her father used to like his.<br/><br/>As though he had been attracted by the mention of coffee, Mr. Baldwin - he had a position in the PD, if Alexandra wasn’t mistaken - stepped in. It was almost ironic. She nodded to the man, and smiled faintly at his comment about the hat suiting her. “Thank you, sir”, she replied, feeling just a little overwhelmed with all those people, but trying her best not to show it. <br/><br/>As Carol stepped in and apologized, Alexandra nodded. “No problem”, she replied, her voice making it clear she was really not upset at all. One thing one learned being Silverman’s daughter was that people could not be on time to every appointment. People like those around her always had things going on, so as long as they did show up, everything would be all right. <br/><br/>After a deep breath, Alexandra stood up and took off the hat, placing it on the corner of the table in front of her. “Thank you all for being here”, she started, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I know this is a…”, Alexandra stopped herself and took another deep breath. “...a difficult moment, for all of us. I… I know I am young, and… don’t have experience in the business. But my father wanted me to take care of the Agency, as he always did, and I will. I will need your help, but this is a two way street. I know that my father has helped some of you out with his money and contacts. I am willing to do the same in any possible measure. So, our home is still open at all times of day and night to those who need it. And nothing will change. We will still take on cases and work as usual. As for who took my father out of the picture… this is <span style="font-style: italic">my</span> case, and only those who want to need to get involved with it”.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, Alexandra sat back down. “Now… does anyone have anything to say or ask?”, she inquired, waiting patiently for someone to say anything at all.</div>