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Miss Ash wrote:
Ash popped up her hat with a flick of her thumb and stood up. She pulled a small card case from her suit pocket and clicked it open, handing Carla a card, "Private eye, call me Miss. We don't use real names in the business." She had printed off the cards late last night, stealing the design off an official card and editing her name onto it.

Ash produced a pen and a hand-sized notepad, "I heard your roommate went missing. If it's alright with you, I'd like to talk about her." Looking up from her notepad, "When and where did you see her last? I assume your college dorm, but if I'm wrong, let me know."


"Well, it's nice to meet you... Miss? I'm sorry, it just feels like I'm talking to a pallette swapped Carmen San Diego." Carla looked at the card, shrugged, and tucked it into her back pocket, "Still, anything that can help find Emily. I'm worried about her."

"Yeah, the last time I saw her was like Monday morning, before class, but she wasn't herself. She'd been weird all weekend. Scared, anxious, spooked. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she just kept telling me 'Nothing's wrong,' but she said it in the way that you know something's wrong, they just aren't ready to tell you." The black girl shrugged, "I dunno. I just gave her space, figured she'd tell me when she was ready."

"Then, on Monday, she's all happy and relaxed. I mean, it was weird. She's never like bubbly. It was like, and you'll need to pardon me, but it was like she'd gotten a really good dicking down the night before. The sort of sex that pops your back, you know?" She rubbed the back of her neck, "Trick is, Emily is, as far as I ever knew, asexual. Never showed an interest in guys or girls. I just have a bad feeling, like she got caught up with something. Especially since she hasn't been to class all week."

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Victor booth wrote:
''Between her and god eh? Well then 'bilhah' have a good day'' She bid the expectant woman good day before heading home where she could use her laptop writing an email and making a phone call asking them if they had an inquirer called Emily.

While on hold she made her way to her midwifery classroom to look over Emily's work to see if there was any visible pattern of lowering effort in her work after 5 lessons. As such thing was a signal of depression.


The pregnant woman /clearly/ didn't get the Bilbah reference, but probably though she'd just misheard whatever Victoria was trying to say. She waved, "Thanks for visiting," as the midwife left.


Regardless of how Victoria contacted Global Genetics, she'd get the same answer. 'We're sorry. We cannot, for confidentiality reasons, give out any information on our clients, or even if someone is our client. I'm sure you understand. However, if you'd like to schedule a consultation, we'd be happy to discuss your Genetic Future.'


Emily's classwork was accurate, but demonstrated no real passion. She did the work, did it well, but there was no personality, no spark. And there was no real change in quality. No trend beyond a general sense that she wasn't all that invested in the class.
Blaise took pictures of the encrypted pages for the last week or so before Emily's disappearance and hid the diary back under the mattress. He had enough to work with for now.

He left the dorm room and closed all of the doors that he had opened and headed back downstairs.
''Well shit'' She cursed as she put her phone away. ''Emily girl, what was it I not getting? Please don't tell me I failed as a teacher.'' Maybe if she looked back at her sociology work from her last year she could get a better look at things before she went of the books for this.

She quickly walked down the corridor fidgeting with the torture contraption that was a 'bra' she hated them, arriving at her teachers class. ''Hey you know emily? Well I was hoping to get a look at a piece of work from each month if that's ok.'' She thought she felt something off for a minute but ignored it and wondered if she should go 'one of the guys' or turn on the charm but beverly would be pissed.
Ash lifted her brows and was taken aback, "Carmen San Diego? I'm Firo Pro--" Holding up her hands, she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes briefly, "That's not important, I apologize." Glancing towards Carla, she begins to write, "Monday, mhm. Do you know if she has any family or close friends nearby? Someone or somewhere she would visit in times of stress?"

Ash wrote a few more notes, then glanced around at the ceiling of the main lobby, "Hopefully, that's all that happened to her." Maybe there were cameras in the main lobby..."Where did she like to shop? In town, out of town, retail, or high class?"
Victor booth wrote:
She quickly walked down the corridor fidgeting with the torture contraption that was a 'bra' she hated them, arriving at her teachers class. ''Hey you know emily? Well I was hoping to get a look at a piece of work from each month if that's ok.'' She thought she felt something off for a minute but ignored it and wondered if she should go 'one of the guys' or turn on the charm but beverly would be pissed.

Mr. Jenkins arched an eyebrow at the young woman standing before him. "I am aware of Emily, yes, although she hasn't been to class all week. Who are you, why do you want to see her work, and do you know why Emily hasn't been coming to class?" Mr. Jenkins was a white man in his mid forties with a mustache and black hair that had already started turning salt and pepper. He was curiously still pretty fit, and was know to ride his bike to and from work.
Miss Ash wrote:
Ash lifted her brows and was taken aback, "Carmen San Diego? I'm Firo Pro--" Holding up her hands, she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes briefly, "That's not important, I apologize." Glancing towards Carla, she begins to write, "Monday, mhm. Do you know if she has any family or close friends nearby? Someone or somewhere she would visit in times of stress?"

Ash wrote a few more notes, then glanced around at the ceiling of the main lobby, "Hopefully, that's all that happened to her." Maybe there were cameras in the main lobby..."Where did she like to shop? In town, out of town, retail, or high class?"

Carla looked pretty uncomfortable. "Emily didn't like to talk about her home life, but apparently, her mom raised her alone and passed away from cancer a few years back. It was really sad, because Emily had found an experimental treatment, but they couldn't find a way to pay for it. It really broke her up. She didn't really get close to anyone after that. I tried to get her out there, but she was always doing her own thing."

Shaking her head, Carla answered, "She really didn't have much money. She had a work study in the sociology department. Some sort of data mining, I think. It sounded boring. She'd hit up thrift stores and goodwill for clothes. I would buy her undies for the holidays. She was a great roommate. She'd help with homework, never fussed if I had a guy over. I'm really worried about her."

Miss Ash spotted the rich guy moving through the lobby toward an exit. He was conspicuously nondescript.
Ash frowned and shook her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Mulling over her bottom lip, Ash stared at her notes and her eye was caught by the finely dressed man. She stared at his backside as he left, but then brought herself back to Carla, "I will check in with the sociology department, to see if I can find more information. Would you mind if I looked around your dorm?"
"I suppose not." Carla shrugged a bit. "Of course, her door is locked. I had the RA come by just to check she wasn't in there. I'm not sure how much you can get out of the common room."

If Miss wanted, Carla would escort her up to the dorm room and let her look around.
Ash gave a few nods, then searched the room for the RA desk, "Perhaps we should convince the RA to attend." She eyed the desk for some time, before glancing away, "But let's go to your dorm first. I'm...I'm running out of chutzpah."
There was someone at the RA's desk, but they weren't really paying attention to anything going on in the lobby. They were either texting or playing a game on their phone while listening to their headphones.

"Running out of what?" The girl replied, not really sure what Miss meant. As she took Miss upstairs to the room that was described earlier in thread, she said, "If you need, I could go see if my RA is in."
''Well, I am also one of her teachers'' Victoria sits across from him, her legs crossed. ''I teach and practice midwifery, I'm Miss Booth and I'm looking into her absence'' She extends a smooth and (reluctantly) manicured hand to him. ''Pleasure.'' She felt disapproval in the back of her mind as she prepared to flirt if need be and there was the feeling that something was off about him.
"Midwifery?" The professor replied in a surprised tone, eyebrows arching. He accepted the hand and gave it a shake, clearly regarding her. "You strike me as young for a midwife, not to mention an instructor."

He shook his head, "Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Booth. I am uncertain what you hope to find in her work, but I can give you access to the drive I store the student's assignments in, so long as your instructor credentials are up to date."
''Of course my credentials are up to date, there's no problem there. You may check if you like '' It was not the first time she was regarded with shock for her age, a number of students and other teachers also did so. She let her fingers run along his desk, uncrossing then recrossing her legs as she saw other women do with Victor back when.
The professor did a bit of a doubletake, noticing the deliberate crossing and recrossing of the legs. Arching an eyebrow, he tilted his head to the side and regarded her levelly. "Are you flirting with me, Miss Booth? I typically find with a young woman who appears less than half my age is flirting with me, it's a deliberate choice. Are you trying to make me more pliant, or are you legitimately interested in older men? Do try to answer honestly. I've had a great deal of experience determining when someone is trying to lie to me."
''I think any teacher or instructor has had a fair amount experience with that though I will admit to being a very new one myself.'' She scooted herself closer looking into his eyes for the illusion of transparency. ''Why would I try to make you pliant you already said you would give me the work as long as my credentials are up to date. Which they are so I don't need to manipulate or lie to you Mr. Jenkins.''
"You're avoiding my questions, Ms. Booth, which is an answer in its own fashion, I suppose." He got out his laptop from a case beside his desk and started it up. Quickly, he checked her credentials, then gave her access to the drive he stored the student's work on. It was a shared drive, so the department grad students could grade them. "There, I've given you access to the folder with her graded homework. You should be receiving an email momentarily with the link."
''Thank you very much, but please don't get the wrong idea.'' She clasped his hand, she had no intention of sleeping with him for physical reasons. However flirting gave her a flash from a not so distant past. She also remembered a time when Victor seduced a much older woman who was a teacher. They liked having the advantage, she wondered if it was the same for male older teachers. ''I got what I wanted from you and I still flirted with you, I would hope that answered more. But if I am overstepping then I am really sorry. '' She made look of guilt for making unwanted advances.
After leaving the dorm building, Blaise made his way over to the main building where he had learned of Emily's job in his background check - he might as well have taken a look while he was there.

He knocked on the door to the head of the sociology department's office and awaited a response. Perhaps her employer would have some insight as to what she gets up to in non-school hours.
"I think, you might be a bit young for me, Miss Booth. I prefer my women a bit more seasoned. I doubt the two of us could have a good dinner conversation. Not to imply I feel you're intellectually inferior. We simply have different life experiences." Perhaps more similar than the professor believed. Not that he'd know that.

"Still, if you want to try to prove me wrong, I'm not opposed to taking risks." He wrote his cell number on the back of a business card and slid it across the desk to her. I do hope you find the girl. She was a good student."