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Ghost Of Who I Was
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Being Rich meant it bought you everything in the world, though not many people thought it was right. Being rich you got tax breaks, you could buy anything that you felt like it. The poor and middle class hated the rich who pretty much owned everything, leaving the poor, middle class and the hungry to starve. Not much respect for people like that in the city, accept perhaps among there own kind. And when it came down to it, there was one in particular that found it rather annoying. She thought everyone should be equal, not play god with money.
Detective Emily Wolf was the kind of girl you didn't want to fuck with. She was young but highly intelligent. The people she worked with hated her, she knew that being a detective you had to wait years for. But because of her being the youngest cop, and the brains behind a lot. She didn't really care what they thought in the least. Not even her partner liked her, which was okay with her. And part of the reason they hated her was because of her father. Her father was the commissioner, and he had say over everything.
Though Emily didn't exactly trust her father, she knew that the rich owned him as much as the rich owned the city. Which annoyed her, they had always struggled with money. Ever since her mother died when she was seven years old of cancer. She knew that one day her father brought home a lot of money, and then knew even at the age of seven. That he had been taking bribes. Though being young and his kid, she couldn't exactly go talk about it to anyone. So she didn't talk to anyone, even her partner didn't want to work with her.
But as she was working at her desk her father came to her, saying there was a 2.11 which meant a robbery and she tilted her head. She asked why she should care, she was a homicide detective not someone who worried about that shit. Come to find out the rich man who was supposedly robbed was a close friend of him. So she hung her head and just nodded, slowly standing up she put her gun in her holster and walked over to her partner. But he couldn't go, said he had to take his wife to the doctors.
All the men sucked and she just grabbed her key and went to the car and got in, heading to the main area of the city she drove up and parked outside. Her grey eyes could see the huge house, her black hair lay relaxed on her back. As she walked up and rang the bell. And was asked to come in, her figure was very curvy and beautiful. She turned around seeing the man and forced a smile. She so didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice in the matter. This whole thing sucked.
"Detective Emily Wolf, you called in about a robbery?"
She asked. She was wearing a black pant suite, black pants with high black heels though not the small thin heels but like army boots, and a black shirt with a black long leather jacket. She didn't know if she wanted to get to know this guy, she figured her partner was probably corrupted as well. Emily thought most of the people in the police station were dirty, and she wanted to drag down everyone who was dirty. But figured that would never ever happen, her father being the head of everything. But she just looked at the man before her.
Detective Emily Wolf was the kind of girl you didn't want to fuck with. She was young but highly intelligent. The people she worked with hated her, she knew that being a detective you had to wait years for. But because of her being the youngest cop, and the brains behind a lot. She didn't really care what they thought in the least. Not even her partner liked her, which was okay with her. And part of the reason they hated her was because of her father. Her father was the commissioner, and he had say over everything.
Though Emily didn't exactly trust her father, she knew that the rich owned him as much as the rich owned the city. Which annoyed her, they had always struggled with money. Ever since her mother died when she was seven years old of cancer. She knew that one day her father brought home a lot of money, and then knew even at the age of seven. That he had been taking bribes. Though being young and his kid, she couldn't exactly go talk about it to anyone. So she didn't talk to anyone, even her partner didn't want to work with her.
But as she was working at her desk her father came to her, saying there was a 2.11 which meant a robbery and she tilted her head. She asked why she should care, she was a homicide detective not someone who worried about that shit. Come to find out the rich man who was supposedly robbed was a close friend of him. So she hung her head and just nodded, slowly standing up she put her gun in her holster and walked over to her partner. But he couldn't go, said he had to take his wife to the doctors.
All the men sucked and she just grabbed her key and went to the car and got in, heading to the main area of the city she drove up and parked outside. Her grey eyes could see the huge house, her black hair lay relaxed on her back. As she walked up and rang the bell. And was asked to come in, her figure was very curvy and beautiful. She turned around seeing the man and forced a smile. She so didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice in the matter. This whole thing sucked.
"Detective Emily Wolf, you called in about a robbery?"
She asked. She was wearing a black pant suite, black pants with high black heels though not the small thin heels but like army boots, and a black shirt with a black long leather jacket. She didn't know if she wanted to get to know this guy, she figured her partner was probably corrupted as well. Emily thought most of the people in the police station were dirty, and she wanted to drag down everyone who was dirty. But figured that would never ever happen, her father being the head of everything. But she just looked at the man before her.
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