“No-no darling, I meant that pretty little girlfriend of yours. Her toes, not yours. Then, I’ll move on to your mother, she’s still doing well in Ocean-View I hope?” Izette says into her phone, stepping out of a high-rise she owns and into the streets of Congressa. A brisk fall wind hits her but she doesn’t bother to roll down her sleeves or put her coat on properly, she runs hot. Especially when she’s got prey cornered.

Izette’s heels click rhythmically against the concrete as she strides in the general direction of her penthouse. “Oh I was kidding of course! I hope I didn’t scare you…” She says. Legal reasons.

“That would make me so happy. Mhm… Yes. Yes, you do that. Stay safe.” The phone almost goes back in her purse when she gets a text and of course there’s several that came in when she was having that nice conversation.

“Tch!” She hisses, reading some particularly annoying correspondence. “Idiot.” She murmurs, typing out a response. “You… sold… too… low… give… me… their… number…” She narrates her own text as she taps it out.

A young Mallian yelps: “Bah!” as Izette nearly collides with her.

“Ag! Little thing! Sorry!” The Mallian scurries off. Izette barely notices and keeps walking, eyes still on her phone.

“What?” She says to herself, reading something on the phone again. “Ugh. That’s another phone call…”