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Post by larissa on Feb 20, 2009 10:04:37 GMT -5
Feb 3rd
After looking into her father’s company, the funds he had invested in this secret project of his, Larissa needed to see what the money was being used for. She had seen it in black and white, on reports and such but she needed to see this for herself. Since taking over she had cut the money and support to these projects but her curiosity was great. It was time for a trip down the rabbit hole to see how far it went.
Lara opened the door into the head office, her feet carrying her inside without announcement or even an appointment; she wasn’t one to stand on ceremony for anyone least of all people that used to be partnered with her father in this project of human genetics. It was time to see who her father had befriended in business.
“Angela Petrelli?” Her English accent was soft as she heard the doors behind her close leaving her closed inside the room but her concern didn’t exist, not now that she knew what her father had done to her years ago and now, just recently she had discovered what she can or rather can’t do. Angela Petrelli was one of the only few names that had an association with her father years ago, the others were either in hiding or dead like her father was. This made Angela a suspect since she seemed to be profiting from others deaths, the office she was standing in clearly showed how wealthy she was becoming.
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Post by angela on Feb 21, 2009 1:23:39 GMT -5
Another day at the office, another day to be faced with people who were unhappy for one reason or another. Angela was used to it. Almost every day she got somebody in her office either complaining about the assignments they were given, telling her she was going to fail and needed somebody stronger in the ranks, or simply coming to give their respect to her and what she did within the Company.
She had just telephoned Claire to see how she was keeping. Her granddaughter was pregnant and Angela liked to take an interest in her. They had bonded over Christmas, but she knew Claire would never fully trust her, and Angela couldn't really blame her, not with the way she went about doing things. One day Claire would realise she did it for the greater good and might actually learn to trust her, but until that day comes, Angela had to take what little respect she got from Claire.
As her conversation ended and she put the receiver back into its cradle she heard the office door open and somebody walk into the office. Angela raised her head slowly and stared at the younger woman in front of her. All she said was Angela's name, in an English accent she noticed. She raised her eyebrow and smiled at the stranger.
"Yes that is me, how may I help you Madam?" Angela asked, hoping that she wouldn't fall upon somebody like she did the other day, the woman who had tempted her with quite an offer.
[ooc: Jess, you need to date this thread - I suggest Feb 3rd for Angela - tis a free date. Once that's done I can mark this thread up into my thread of threads. Thanks]
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Post by larissa on Feb 28, 2009 9:59:33 GMT -5
Larissa hadn’t seen any of her father’s partners, they were all just strangers to her but now, standing inside one of their offices she realised something, they were all filthy rich and living through that fortune that was mainly brought from human trials and failures in the subject of advancing the human genome. She tossed a book, a file onto the desk in front of the older woman and stood tall in her confidence, “I’m Larissa Knight, the new CEO of Knight Industries and I’m here about that” It was strong, she avoided pleasantries because she wasn’t here to meet friends or make them, she was here to find out what her company had been involved in previously, what her father and his contacts had been doing. Lara was on a mission to stop the future of any such project of introducing abilities into man and woman which didn’t deserve them. It was wrong to cheat mother nature, it was deadly wrong and consequences were happening.
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Post by angela on Mar 5, 2009 5:43:44 GMT -5
As Angela waited for the woman to respond to her, she noticed the younger woman's extreme beauty and strong stature. Then a book sized file was thrown in front of her desk as she then introduced herself. Knight, why did she know that name. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she was certain she knew the name. As she put her hand on the file and brought it closer to herself, she looked up the young woman with a raised eyebrow.
"Please, take a seat" she offered, "Pleased to meet you Miss Knight, but do you think you could care to tell me what this is all about?" Angela asked as she opened the file to see what was inside and to try and work out what all the fuss could be about. It was almost like she should know about this young woman, know about this company Knight Industries.
"Why would I be interested in this file?" she asked, this girl was the second stranger to approach her in a couple of weeks and Angela was beginning to feel somewhat slightly uncomfortable with it all.
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Post by larissa on Mar 21, 2009 9:06:53 GMT -5
It was fairly self-explanatory really, the file which was like an encyclopaedia had detailed pages of information on Knight Industries secret project, the only project that Larissa wouldn’t provide any backing for and the project which had her father killed. She took a seat on the other side of the table and placed her feet on the desk, crossed over and watched as the older woman flipped through the pages but failed to find the connection.
“I think you do know Mrs Petrelli. You and several other partners worked with my father on a secret genetics project which was to give people special abilities if I am not mistaken. You even provided your sons with these powers….Nathan and Peter” Larissa leaned forward in her seat, producing a knife which she immediately stabbed into the tabletop as a symbol and as a tool to her story. “This killed my father….seen it before?”
Larissa didn’t sugar coat anything, she didn’t hide behind anything, she talked freely about her concerns and also immediately made it clear that she wasn’t intimated by Angela Petrelli or any other one of the members in this secret project. She knew one of them had killed him, one of his so called friends had done away with his life and she was determined to bring this person to justice and not the usual variety if barred cells and stripped pyjamas, this was personal and she had no intention of letting it slide.
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Post by angela on Mar 25, 2009 19:00:43 GMT -5
Angela didn't like this one little bit. How many more strange people were going to approach her. She continued to flick through the file, and still not getting any connection from it what so ever. However, when the girl began to talk, she realised exactly what it was all about. The powers, the genetics, which she and a few others had been involved in.
However she had got something wrong, she did not give Peter his ability, Peter was born with his ability, she did give the ability to Nathan however. Angela closed the file over, and pushed it toward the girl again.
"Yes, I do know now, but I did not give both my sons their abilities, Peter was born with his, I only gave my son Nathan his ability because I didn't want him to miss out" Angela explained, even though giving Nathan his ability was almost like using her own son as a guinea-pig as the saying went.
Angela jumped a little when the girl slammed the knife into the table, she shook her head, "No, I've not seen that before, but I do know a few of the originating partners have been killed, but I can assure it's nothing to do with me, although I do have my suspicions as to who it was" Angela explained, truth was, the person who she knew to have been doing these killings, was indeed already dead himself, at least from the information she was given, Arthur had drained him of his ability.
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