Location: Inner Rim, Deep Space
Myra would stare out the window of her office aboard her Cherub class Frigate. She'd bring her smoking cigarette to her lips and take a long drag, then letting the smoke fill the room as she turns away and heads to her desk, sliding into the chair. She'd glance around the room, ebony floors with golden molding, with ivory white walls and ceiling with similar gold molding. She'd take another, faster drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out and idly tossing it into an incinerator trash can. She'd tap one of the corners of the apparently flat ebony table, a panel coming up on a robotic arm to act as a screen while a keyboard is illuminated on the flat surface of the table, creating a console. Her hands would glide across the flat digital keyboard as she types up a message. "I believe we both want to make a lot of money. Meet me, if you'd like to earn more than you could possibly dream of. I look forward to meeting you." with a set of coordinates to her ship and her signature at the end. It was a tad mysterious, maybe a little daunting. But she felt it would do the job, and she needed risk takers after all. She'd then type in an address, before sending it to [member="Chance Bonaventure"]
With that done she would lean back in her chair, staring at the screen as it shows confirmation that the message had been sent. Things were finally picking up. She had fought so hard to get to this point and only recently had she really made any progress.