<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.postimg.cc/kGpMtN8m/Untitled.png">V I V I E N N E</a></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">R O S C H A</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Miss Roscha, why do you need to know? As they say, if I tell you then I'd have to kill you, but you are right, I do love cognac but I come to Allure to relax, music you know. I'm on a business trip here in Atlanta and I've favored Allure for its amazing service, all thanks to you, Miss Roscha.''  </span>Vivienne gave a small upturn of her lips, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'm sure all of that's true,"</span> she replied dryly. <br/><br/>It was then Vito reached into the inside of his blazer, an action that Vivienne resisted tensing up at. The man only procured a pen and Viv inwardly scolded herself for being so ridiculous. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Here, if you wish to speak of this matter more, perhaps over coffee," </span>he offered, pushing the vandalized Allure card towards her. The woman moved forward and picked the card up, flipping it to view the number. She looked back to him just as he was scratching his chin. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Do you know your patrons well? Any that you might have had issues with before? I'm certainly not sure how much I can do to help you find your girls, I would assume that you have detectives working on your case, but I also have some ... contacts, we can say," </span>he offered vaguely with a shrug. He re-stationed himself in his seat and Viv mirrored him by returning to her own behind the desk. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I know my patrons well enough to know that they would not be comfortable with too many law enforcement officials around...I try not to know more than that," </span>she replied bluntly, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"besides, I was generally ignored, wouldn't even give me the time of day to file a report." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"They say that your mind is working at its best when you're being paranoid, and if you're paranoid, Miss Roscha, then that means there might be someone with you who you don't trust.'' </span> She gave a laugh, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"If you think I trust anyone, you are sorely mistaken. I don't even trust you, I just know a capable man when I see one." </span>Vivienne felt the scrutiny Vito was paying to her, but chose to not react to it. She was paranoid enough to believe he was trying to gauge her, <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Anyone? Anyone who works for you? Any ... patron? Who would want a successful, beautiful woman as you harm in this man-ruled world? Plenty men, madame, and for many, countless reasons.''</span><br/><br/>Vivienne leaned back some, her dress catching the light and causing a disco across the ceiling. <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I believe my employees are fairly loyal, at least to one another. None of their behaviors have changed as of late. As for my patrons...like I said before, I try not to get too much into their business---they might have to kill me after all," </span>she stated with a smirk,<span style="color: #FFBFFF"> "But maybe you have an idea...it's a man-ruled world after all, and I am but a woman." </span> <br/><br/>She took the time to pluck another business card, mimicking Vito's earlier actions by writing her personal number. She slid it to him, with the same expression as if to tease him, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I wouldn't mind a coffee with you, Mister. For business or pleasure,"</span> she playfully said.</span>