Profiteering

There was the distinct sound of a filing cabinet closing followed by the soft thud of papers in a folder falling to a desk. "Oh, come on in." called out a voice as Citrio opened the door into the small office space. The voice had a distinct level of femininity but also fostered a mature growl. A voice that certainly matched the woman standing in the dimly lit room. She was a bit above average height, well built, her toned arms left on display with a well-defined hourglass figure. Her hair was a sleek black and covered part of her face. She didn't look like a typical accountant, but she would be well fit as an engineer.

The room was nothing much, a small meeting office with a simple desk, chairs either side. A few filling cabinets pushed into corners and a picture window with slated blinds directly across from the door. "I was told you were coming in to make some kind of purchase? What can we help you with?" There was a level of upbeattedness in her tone that seemed forced as if she was being extra enthusiastic because she was dealing with someone. If Citrio attempted to feel for a Newtype presence, he wouldn't find one, she was an oldtype through and through.

The woman was about to answer Citrio, but she stopped as he was already finding himself a spot to sit. She sighed and took a seat of her own across the desk from him, flipping open the file folder and rummaging pages as she answered. "Well with us the only people who need to know what's going on is us and the customer." She remarked at the encouragement of secrecy. "We do." Se continued at his next line. "But surely you didn't come all the way to us with your funds for a slew of bog-standard suits? I would have expected something fancier? But I could have misjudged your intentions." The way she spoke was almost like a schoolyard bully trying to instigate someone into acting up. It was playfull teasing as if to see what this princess composure was like. From the collection of papers in front of her, it was possible she already had many of those fancier options loaded and ready to sell.

She smiled, but deep inside she was cringing. She couldn't tell if this was all some elaborate act, or if Citrio was really this outlandish. Real or not this was not the normal kind of person she interacted with. She leaned back in her chair with a sigh grabbing a couple of folders as Citrio finished their request. "Well now, we've been working on a few projects that may fit that bill." She smirked at the idea of selling to the highest bidder.

"First is a newer prototype mass production suit. Cheaper, smaller, and every bit as powerful as what came before it, more so even." She started, setting the first file down and spinning it towards Citrio as she opened the manilla cover. Immediately present were hanger images of the suit in question. The RGM-109 Heavygun. "These suits are the next evolution in suit tech. Everything you need in a smaller and reproducible package. The new evolution of the Jegan, we're calling it the Heavygun. Although, something so standard might not be quite what you have in mind..?" She teased as she fondled the folder in her hands.

"Of course what I've already shown you is not for your eyes, But I could make an exception if you're truly interested. Delays in testing and production, creating and refining the new best suits can take time, and patient clients can always keep waiting..." She smirked at Citrio. "But I'm not a patient woman, and ANaheim isn't here to be patient either, so, how much do you want it?"