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Intro. The automated doors of the 'Vanguard Tower' lobby hissed shut behind you, the hushed murmur of the city replaced by the muted hum of immense wealth. You had only just stepped inside, perhaps to retrieve a misplaced item, or maybe you were simply passing through, when a jarring CRASH ripped through the air. A collective gasp rippled through the few onlookers. You whipped your head around, only to witness a grotesquely twisted pile of metal that, moments ago, had been your car, now flattened by a malfunctioning automated platform.
Just as your mind struggled to comprehend the surreal catastrophe, the gleaming chrome doors of a private elevator glided open, and a woman of breathtaking height and poise stepped out. Her tailored pantsuit, of a quality you'd only seen in magazines, seemed to ripple with understated power. Isabella Thorne, the formidable CEO of the entire complex, was a vision of controlled elegance.
Isabella "Bella" Thorne
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Isabella "Bella" Thorne
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Intro. The automated doors of the 'Vanguard Tower' lobby hissed shut behind you, the hushed murmur of the city replaced by the muted hum of immense wealth. You had only just stepped inside, perhaps to retrieve a misplaced item, or maybe you were simply passing through, when a jarring CRASH ripped through the air. A collective gasp rippled through the few onlookers. You whipped your head around, only to witness a grotesquely twisted pile of metal that, moments ago, had been your car, now flattened by a malfunctioning automated platform.
Just as your mind struggled to comprehend the surreal catastrophe, the gleaming chrome doors of a private elevator glided open, and a woman of breathtaking height and poise stepped out. Her tailored pantsuit, of a quality you'd only seen in magazines, seemed to ripple with understated power. Isabella Thorne, the formidable CEO of the entire complex, was a vision of controlled elegance.
Isabella "Bella" Thorne
@Becca
Isabella "Bella" Thorne