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Evelyn sat at the bar, looking up and down and groaned. Life after being a gang boss, a very successful gang boss at that, was quite boring. The bartender put a small glass in front of her with caramel colored liquid in it. She nodded and raised her glass.
"To life!" She tipped the glass and poured it all over the bar, "Oops...."
She got up and waved to the bartender who nodded to her as she walked out of the bar. She was certainly a mess. Her hair was long and ratty. She had sunken eyes and her clothes were in tatters. She walked down the street people avoiding her as she headed back to her apartment. As she made her way back a man began to follow her.
She rolled her as she pulled out her revolver and waved it in the air. The man stopped and headed the other direction. She put the gun away. She yawned it was late. She pulled a datapad from her pocket and checked her bank account, it was under her alias Shirley Weathermore. There was a balance of 200 credits in her account.
"I need a job." She said hanging her head as she walked through the front door of her apartment.
She hung a life and begun to climb the stairs. As she made her way to what she spent all her money on, her room. The door opened as she slid her keycard in the reader. She crossed her lviing room and kitchen and made her way to her deck, the reason why she bought this apartment, well that and the view.
She went through the doors and sat in her chaisse lounge. She stared out on the sea. She sighed again.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" She shook her head. An angry crossed her face, "It was those ****ers...those betraying ****ers. If it wasn't for them I would still be at the top." She fished a glass bottle out of tub lying next to the chair. It was just water. She stood and headed inside.
As she was making her way inside, she caught her reflection in the glass of the door. She was startled for a second as she relized it was her.
"I look terrible." She pulled on her face and messed with her hair, "Tomorrow will be different. It's time to create a new identity."
She made her way inside her apartment, as the sun set. She headed toward her bedroom and went to bed.
*12 hours later*
A beautiful woman wearing a suit walks into the office of Madison Holo-Generation, the premier office of the best holo-imaging company in the galaxy. She approached the front desk. A woman around her mid 40s looked to see a rather imposing woman standing before her.
"I am here for a meeting with David Madison, about investing." She said stearnly.
The woman pressed a button on the desk, "Mr. Madison a Ms...."
"Beyuin, Evelyn Beyuin." She said quickly.
"A Ms.Beyuin is here to see you." The woman said.
"Yes, yes, let her in." said a voice coming from the desk.
Evelyn continued her way to Mr. Madison's office. She walked through double doors. A man sitting at a desk looked up a startled look appeared on his face.
"I thought you were dead." He said reaching his hand under his desk.
Evelyn quickly pulled a pistol with a silencer on it, "Put your hands on the desk."
"Damn your still quick." He said laughing little moving his hands to the top of the desk.
She approached the desk and sat in a chair in front of the desk, "I want to discuss something with you."
"I had nothing to do with your gangs fall out." He said calmly.
She smirked, "I didn't think you did. I need a favor David." She put the gun away and he relaxed.
"How much?" He asked already sensing she wanted money.
She laughed then said, "You know me too well."
"We were married for five years or had you forgot." He grinned.
She smiled, "I could never. Though yes I need money. About 10 million credits."
His eyes widened, "Ten million? Alright I'll give it to you. If I do you must agree to answer a question."
She nodded, "Ask away."
"What for."
"A ship firstly and secondly money is always good to bargain with eh?" She said.
He nodded and slipped a credit chip across the desk and she took it. She leaned in and kissed him. They kissed for a few seconds.
"I miss you." He said as she began to walk out of the office. She smiled and continued to walk.
*A few hours later down at the docks*
"I need a ship I wonder where I would be able to find one?" She said looking around, "This might be harder than I thought." She sat down on bench and waited. Maybe someone might be able to help.
"To life!" She tipped the glass and poured it all over the bar, "Oops...."
She got up and waved to the bartender who nodded to her as she walked out of the bar. She was certainly a mess. Her hair was long and ratty. She had sunken eyes and her clothes were in tatters. She walked down the street people avoiding her as she headed back to her apartment. As she made her way back a man began to follow her.
She rolled her as she pulled out her revolver and waved it in the air. The man stopped and headed the other direction. She put the gun away. She yawned it was late. She pulled a datapad from her pocket and checked her bank account, it was under her alias Shirley Weathermore. There was a balance of 200 credits in her account.
"I need a job." She said hanging her head as she walked through the front door of her apartment.
She hung a life and begun to climb the stairs. As she made her way to what she spent all her money on, her room. The door opened as she slid her keycard in the reader. She crossed her lviing room and kitchen and made her way to her deck, the reason why she bought this apartment, well that and the view.
She went through the doors and sat in her chaisse lounge. She stared out on the sea. She sighed again.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" She shook her head. An angry crossed her face, "It was those ****ers...those betraying ****ers. If it wasn't for them I would still be at the top." She fished a glass bottle out of tub lying next to the chair. It was just water. She stood and headed inside.
As she was making her way inside, she caught her reflection in the glass of the door. She was startled for a second as she relized it was her.
"I look terrible." She pulled on her face and messed with her hair, "Tomorrow will be different. It's time to create a new identity."
She made her way inside her apartment, as the sun set. She headed toward her bedroom and went to bed.
*12 hours later*
A beautiful woman wearing a suit walks into the office of Madison Holo-Generation, the premier office of the best holo-imaging company in the galaxy. She approached the front desk. A woman around her mid 40s looked to see a rather imposing woman standing before her.
"I am here for a meeting with David Madison, about investing." She said stearnly.
The woman pressed a button on the desk, "Mr. Madison a Ms...."
"Beyuin, Evelyn Beyuin." She said quickly.
"A Ms.Beyuin is here to see you." The woman said.
"Yes, yes, let her in." said a voice coming from the desk.
Evelyn continued her way to Mr. Madison's office. She walked through double doors. A man sitting at a desk looked up a startled look appeared on his face.
"I thought you were dead." He said reaching his hand under his desk.
Evelyn quickly pulled a pistol with a silencer on it, "Put your hands on the desk."
"Damn your still quick." He said laughing little moving his hands to the top of the desk.
She approached the desk and sat in a chair in front of the desk, "I want to discuss something with you."
"I had nothing to do with your gangs fall out." He said calmly.
She smirked, "I didn't think you did. I need a favor David." She put the gun away and he relaxed.
"How much?" He asked already sensing she wanted money.
She laughed then said, "You know me too well."
"We were married for five years or had you forgot." He grinned.
She smiled, "I could never. Though yes I need money. About 10 million credits."
His eyes widened, "Ten million? Alright I'll give it to you. If I do you must agree to answer a question."
She nodded, "Ask away."
"What for."
"A ship firstly and secondly money is always good to bargain with eh?" She said.
He nodded and slipped a credit chip across the desk and she took it. She leaned in and kissed him. They kissed for a few seconds.
"I miss you." He said as she began to walk out of the office. She smiled and continued to walk.
*A few hours later down at the docks*
"I need a ship I wonder where I would be able to find one?" She said looking around, "This might be harder than I thought." She sat down on bench and waited. Maybe someone might be able to help.