"Ms. Chapman, do you understand the situation?" a young woman with dark brown hair, sporting black fatigues, asked. She stood in front of two black and gold Koket armchairs that were occupied by another young woman with pink hair wearing a purple tweed skirt suit from Chanel, as well as a pair of black tights and pumps. The other embodiment reclining in the second chair was a young man with curly fire engine red hair wearing a black Brioni Vanquish II suit, looking over some papers clearly liking what he heard and what he saw. "Ms. Chapman, are you alright?" the woman in fatigues asked, concerned because whatever news she delivered to the couple before the questions had must have slammed Anny's mind into another dimension. Why?

Well, for one thing she looked dead ahead at nothing in particular, her eyes went deer in headlights wide, and her mouth fell open but nothing was coming out. The gentleman got up, with the papers still in his hand and sauntered behind Anny's chair with a leer of pride, stooping down a little to wrap her in an embrace. When his head was level with hers, he whispered in her right ear, "Don't sweat it Honeybee; with the two biggest and baddest black market companies united," he paused a bit to lick her ear, causing Anny to squirm in disgust and nearly rip the arms off of the chair before he continued, "we can make more income than we already do separately, and I get to be with you every day."

After the statement sunk in, Anny went from cool and calm…to passing out on the floor. The last thing that went through her mind was that shit…hit the fan while it was turned on high.

Beauchat23

Presents a chronicle based off of

A combination of

VampireMeerkat's An, Ann, n' Anny

Lolzwaitwhat's Anoir

C2ndy2c1d's Ed, Edd, n' Eddy Assassins AU

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