Willow Pillow
Three Thousand Club
The city of Verona was large, wealthy, industrial and carried slums, poverty and an increase in crime. The city's population circled around six million people. The wealthiest man of this city, and most of the United States for that matter, was none other than Louis Briggs.
Briggs Corp. was the tallest building in the city, the very top, many tourists around the world would visit just so they could take pictures from the skyliner itself. The man owned manufacturing plants, buildings devoted to scientific discovery, some media chains and many more. A philanthropist and man of capitalism, he was known throughout the country.
But our story is not about Louis Briggs. Our story begins with a twenty two year old woman leaving her apartment complex, her short red hair barely combed as she put on one shoe after the other before taking off into a sprint.
She was late. She had an important interview to work at the Eagle's Eye. Months of networking and resume sending, and she finally had an interview at a legitimate newspaper. Not just any newspaper....but the one where the infamous Nolan Graves worked at.
And she was late.
Two blocks ahead sat a black bluick, old and dented. Daniels barely had his collared shirt buttoned, his tie tied around his head like a bandana or head band instead of where it should be. Bags of Dunkins everwhere on the floor and a police scanner in place of a radio. Turning to his best friend and partner. "You were right, she slept through her alarm. Owe you twenty bucks. How far should we let her run before we let her know she's got a ride to the place?"
Daniels thought it would be funny to let little Red run a block infront of them before they pulled up and honked the horn, she was in the review mirror now she probably wouldn't even notice them.
Briggs Corp. was the tallest building in the city, the very top, many tourists around the world would visit just so they could take pictures from the skyliner itself. The man owned manufacturing plants, buildings devoted to scientific discovery, some media chains and many more. A philanthropist and man of capitalism, he was known throughout the country.
But our story is not about Louis Briggs. Our story begins with a twenty two year old woman leaving her apartment complex, her short red hair barely combed as she put on one shoe after the other before taking off into a sprint.
She was late. She had an important interview to work at the Eagle's Eye. Months of networking and resume sending, and she finally had an interview at a legitimate newspaper. Not just any newspaper....but the one where the infamous Nolan Graves worked at.
And she was late.
Two blocks ahead sat a black bluick, old and dented. Daniels barely had his collared shirt buttoned, his tie tied around his head like a bandana or head band instead of where it should be. Bags of Dunkins everwhere on the floor and a police scanner in place of a radio. Turning to his best friend and partner. "You were right, she slept through her alarm. Owe you twenty bucks. How far should we let her run before we let her know she's got a ride to the place?"
Daniels thought it would be funny to let little Red run a block infront of them before they pulled up and honked the horn, she was in the review mirror now she probably wouldn't even notice them.