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A blonde woman in her early thirties is roughly escorted along a corridor by two thugs. Fear is etched on her face.
In one hand, she clutches a jar containing a black powder. A powder which may well be her salvation, or perhaps her doom.
"That better be legit, Miss scientist," says one of the thugs. "The boss doesn't like wasting time, and with the money your brother owes, you're both dead if you don't have something good."
"T-this is the real deal," the woman insists. She's never met this 'boss' the thug mentioned. She has no idea who it is. All she knows is her brother has been running with a rough crowd for some time now. And at some point he started borrowing money and built up a debt to this boss that he couldn't repay.
So she did what she always did. She innovated. For years she had worked on creating what was intended to be a legal stimulant. Instead, she accidentally created a drug with a high unlike anything she could imagine. A few tweaks were all she needed to make it into the viable product it is now.
One of the thugs knocks on the door of an office. "Boss, we're here."
"Come in," orders an Irish accented voice from inside.
