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Claire took down a few notes as he spoke. Chandler could see a slight worry line form between her brows, one that only formed when she was around humans too long after her last feeding. Taking another sip of her water she looked up at Marcoux again with that smile of hers. "Mr. Giles, you will find that our facility takes all of our customers very seriously." She said, sitting up straight in her chair, folding her hands together.

"Every case that comes through our doors, we feel it is with the utmost importance that we solve whatever dilemma , whether or not it comes from a person down on their luck or big corporations. VINDEX is not a police station with half baked detectives. We are a privately owned company of highly trained individuals with special skill sets that people, like yourself, seek out when everyone else turns you away."

She slowly stood up with her notepad and walked around until she stood in front of Marcoux. She bent down slightly, carefully and tenderly straightening out his collar and tie for him. Her OCD had gotten the better of her. "We will take your case, Mr. Giles, and we will find your friends, or what has happened to them. Do you mind if Mr. Ombre and myself take a look at your estate? You do not have to join us if you do not wish, but we do need your permission to enter as well any keys that could bar our investigation." She said. Her voice had just the slight seductive edge to it and Chandler knew she was walking that fine line of keeping sane and losing it to blood lust.