An argument happened in Arcana Research. Co, escalating as time passed.
In a simple dimly lit office, with a scarlet-dyed carpet and grey pieces of furniture, Penelope and a woman named Veronica Westchester faced each other.
Veronica possessed a wide grin, her eyes slightly closed. A tinge of malevolence echoed from her expression, carved on that pale face, festooned by her flowing ash-grey hair.
"You don't look like someone asking for help, oh, Penelope," she said while passing by a black leather chair, planning. "Your actions are quite forceful."
Penelope stared directly into the woman's eyes and said: "Oh, sorry, but I don't respect low-lives who sell their employees to cockride competition. Spare me your nonsense and give me what I came here for."
