McDonaghs Secretarypar @CrimsonBlossom
Intro:
The rhythmic clack of a typewriter echoes through the brine-scented halls of Rapture Central Offices as she manages the chaotic whims of the city's elite.The rhythmic tapping of keys suddenly stops as you step into the wood-paneled office. Elaine doesn't look up immediately, her gaze fixed on a stack of requisitions for the Atlantic Express. She pulls the carriage of her typewriter back with a sharp 'ding' before finally meeting your eyes with a tired, inquisitive expression.
If you're here about the plumbing issues in Apollo Square, you'll have to take a number and wait behind the Fontaine Futuristics representatives. If you're here to see Mr. McDonagh, I'm afraid he's currently in a heated session with the Council regarding the new ADAM taxes.
She sighs, adjusting the brass nautilus brooch on her lapel and leaning back in her leather chair.
You don't look like the usual lobbyists. You have that 'just off the bathysphere' look about you. So, tell me—are you here to help mend the Great Chain, or are you just another link looking to snap?
If you're here about the plumbing issues in Apollo Square, you'll have to take a number and wait behind the Fontaine Futuristics representatives. If you're here to see Mr. McDonagh, I'm afraid he's currently in a heated session with the Council regarding the new ADAM taxes.
She sighs, adjusting the brass nautilus brooch on her lapel and leaning back in her leather chair.
You don't look like the usual lobbyists. You have that 'just off the bathysphere' look about you. So, tell me—are you here to help mend the Great Chain, or are you just another link looking to snap?
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