Inside a cosy office in the centre of S-City, a beautiful blonde was talking to one of her clients on the phone while typing into her computer various details, expected growth and research documents and charts for a company called Burban Tech.
This client wanted investments in order to complete their newest product, an item created for the SSS and Police force.
'It seems investing and using the materials found in the north have paid off.' The blonde's red eyes flickered with a powerful trail of crimson light as she moved her head, turning to the various monitors on her massive, black Oakwood desk.
Her lips, coloured in a matching blood-red lipstick, twisted upwards into a faint smirk of victory as, one by one, the company's stock rose by fifteen per cent. 'Very well, Mr Jenkins, we shall fund your little endeavour.'
