<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Ginny_03a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<em><strong>'Ginny'</strong></em>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Burnham Detection Agency<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery; OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Ginny easily sauntered after the man who briskly ushered her in.  A charming smile was given in his direction; she liked it when others attended to her and he was attentive indeed.  Even if it was simply because she was a potential client - Ginny was impressed at how smoothly he transitioned her into his office even as she took a seat without being offered one - neatly crossing her right leg over her left.<br/><br/>While on her way in, those sharp green eyes had missed little - Ginny noted the picture of England's queen hanging in the waiting area before passing by an older catalog for potential clients to peruse through while waiting for said man to become available.  But for her?  With her obvious, unstated wealth?  She was first in an non-existent line, a fact she still took a bit of pride in.  And in the office, there were more curios and oddities - like the buffalo head and rifle hanging above it.  Or the various clippings and articles that mentioned the brilliant investigator by name - Avery Burnham.<br/><br/>And then, Avery impressed again - displaying his own awareness by noting Ginny's presence at Babel's Tower last evening - plus adding in another compliment.  While she was perfectly aware it may have been flattery, the young Whateley still neatly preened when she was recognized as a 'true lady of class'.  Honestly, a cynical person might have noted that the only thing larger than the Stenson perched on Ginny's head was her swollen ego.<br/><br/>That Stenson was now removed as she lightly fanned herself with it even as Avery fiddled with the blinds to allow more light to come into the room.  First things were first - introductions needed to be made.<strong>"Virginia Whateley,"</strong>she pronounced her own name and held out her hand to be shaken, and if Avery wanted, to be kissed.<strong>"But yuh kin jist call muh Ginny, Mistuh Burnham."</strong><br/><br/>Next was to address his concern about a possible theft.<strong>"Nawh, ain't had nothin' stolen from muh,"</strong>she remarked, putting to rest his speculation.  Leaning forward, her voice dropped a notch as if she was concerned about being overheard.  Or because it simply made for better dramatic effect.<strong>"Ah'm 'ere fer much bigger things; ah think we've gots a case o'fowl play."</strong><br/><br/>Her tone was a matter-of-fact and at Avery's prompting gaze Ginny launched into a fairly long-winded tirade about how her friend, Annie, was meant to be the opening act at the Babel's Tower.  How she mysteriously came down with an illness right before the performance, and despite her own sick friend insisting nothing was wrong, Ginny suspected the singer - Bella Capri.  It was so obvious!  She had all the motive and everything to gain from eliminating the competition!  Well, she may fooled others with her fluttering eyelashes and throaty, seductive voice - but Virginia Mary Lou Whateley was on the case now!!<br/><br/>Tilting her head to regard the man before her, Ginny then gave a beatific smile.<strong>"That's w'are yuh cum in, Mistuh Burnham.  Ah'd like tah put yuh on the case 'nd bring the harpy tah justice,"</strong>All smiles now, she produced a golden eagle and idly spent it spinning in a glittering golden circle around the office table.<br/><br/><strong>"It'll be more than worth yer while,"</strong>her words, and more importantly her wealth, were an iron-clad promise.