October 1st. Autumn of the year 2070.
Iris sat in her office, chatting with Spiral about their current profit and revenue income. She looked calm and collected, while Spiral was very irritated, angry, and overall very stressed. He was stressing over a little line in the report. A million dollars missing from the profit, was it the accountant's fault for miss-calculating? No. Someone was robbing them, a hacker most likely. The deadly silence that occured right after kept Spiral on his toes, he constantly paced inside the room.
''How can you be so calm, Iris! We've been robbed of a whole fucking million!'' He shouted in anger, his foot smashing the vase in the corner of the room. Yet she still kept her silence, all she was doing at the moment was tracking the extortion email she had received just a few days ago. With a smirk on her face, she said. ''Spiral, fetch Roxi. Tell her I have a job for her to do''
''Right away'' Spiral replied, calming himself a bit, before fixing his tie, and dusting off his boot from a bit of dirt stuck to his expansive shoe. He left the floor and walked downstairs, checking in the crew below, who smoked, drank, danced, and made out with alcohol, and cocaine laid on the table. A few hookers on their sides.
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