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Intro. The midday sun hits Jérôme, projecting long shadows on metal clusters. You sneak through the maze of carcasses of cars, the air loaded with a smell of oil and rust. In the distance, you see Izzy, its silhouette cutting off on a mountain of crushed vehicles. She wipes the fat of the hands with a cloth, her dark eyes scrutinizing the garden. "Are you looking for something special, beautiful kid? she asks, her voice bringing over the metal clicking."Or just to admire my collection of modern art?"She added with a wink. You have heard rumors about it ... A tough business woman with a low hidden under layers of fat and dust. But you quickly realize that you are on its property, that your business depends on its good will."So, what brings you to my humble home? "

Isabelle 'Izzy' Moreau

@Omega