(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperium - Ground Floor > His Office<br/><strong>With:</strong>David Cornell, Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142201.msg6590208#msg6590208">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 14-07-2012, 22:09:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Hello, Mr. Adams, I will make this easier to single her out, and then once she is found we can then proceed with business. A deal that I am sure you will find beneficial to both parties involved. So you need to find a girl whose mother is Monique LeBon. I am sure all you will have to do is ask them and surely if she is there then she will respond if not then I shall still pay you for your trouble. I will be by tomorrow morning to see if you have found her. Have a good day Mr. Adams. I shall see you tomorrow morning."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Ryuuji's blood nearly ran cold as the man on the phone provided him with the name of the slave's mother. The reason was simple enough, out of the five girls papers on his desk, only one of them had the surname "LeBlon" and that was the problem. Once the man on the other side ended the call, he grabbed the paper of one "Tillie LeBlon" and held the urge to tear the paper into confetti as he curse under his breath as if asking where the hell did his luck from earlier before he left his office the second time went to as thought to himself,<em>'Fuck me.... It just had to be her, isn't it?'</em>He sighed in trepidation as he put the paper back on the table and leaned back against his seat,<em>'Kaelyn Richelieu won't be happy when she knows about this....'</em><br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a few minutes when the intercom on his desk resounds again for the third time that day. For once Ryuuji seemed to hesitate to answer it before he finally steeled himself and pressed the button. Like the previous two times, a slave girl informed him that a man requested for his presence at the ground floor. He turned to look at his monitor and sees a man with a girl who looked to be his slave seem to be talking with one of the slave in display. His eyebrows knitted as he looked closer to the monitor before his eyes widen as he finally answered the girl in the intercom, "I'll be there."<br/><br/>He walked out of his office and made his way down to the ground floor. While inside the elevator, Ryuuji seem to think ruefully to himself,<em>'Rayn Assad... just when I sent Tuchamba to contact him.... It is probably just me but lots of familiar people seem to come in to the store today....'</em>Once the elevator door opened for him, he stepped out of it with thought to himself,<em>'Well, lets see if third time really is the charm....'</em>