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May 23, 2023 17:18:35 GMT -6
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It was not an easy task tracing things to the source of M distribution in New York; those involved were clearly smart with how they went about their business. Chrys had to exhaust business contacts, as well as some of her father's less reputable contacts simply to get wind of Mondragon Labs, let alone to set up a meeting.
She was dressed professionally in a modest pencil skirt and a white blouse, with her hair tied in a neat bun. She would have been wearing glasses if she had them, all in hopes of painting a proper picture in opposition of anything close to her own personal tastes.
Chrys was her father's puppet; she would act as the his hand, guided by his will, and that will demanded she present herself in the best manner possible to establish a business connection. During her time at the Labs, she would be on her best behavior, resisting any urges she might come across.
Composing herself, she approached the receptionist in hopes of some guidance. "I have a meeting with Miss... Solderburg?" She was pretty sure that was the name she had received. Beyond a name, there was not much else to be found regarding the woman, leaving Chrys curious about who exactly she was meeting with.
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