AN: Hey everyone. Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been writing reports for work the past fews, so the last thing that I wanted to do when I got home was write more. Everyone has a limit. Anyway, people wanted some more development for Felicia, so here is a little something that I worked on. In the comics, Felicia spent some time as a private investigator, so I figured out a way to get her to change careers to fit that history a little more and add additional depth to her character. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 2

Felicia walked into the corporate high rise building in Midtown. The massive structure could was a glistening spire of glass and steel that could be seen for miles around. There was activity in the place all day long because the volume and variety of people who worked there. Law offices, worldwide financial services, travel agencies, telecommunications, research firms, and more used the structure for their base of operations. As such the lobby where Felicia currently was had two very important features, a security/information desk, and a coffee shop.

The lobby itself was organized with the desk with two uniformed guards behind the desk, their grey uniforms with novelty badges looked corny, but the Glock 17s in their holsters looked anything but. Marble tile flooring with black faux granite walls lent to the professional décor. The coffee shop in the corner meanwhile was separated with a waist high wrought iron fence, and had mahogany floor with an assortment of tables and chairs for patrons to sit. The bustle of people quickly moved though, partially because they were all in a rush to somewhere, and partially because the coffee shop had enough sense to hire enough people to make sure the lined moved quickly to make as many sales as possible.

Felicia herself had changed out of her teasing outfit for more professional attire. She sported a sky blue blouse with a midnight blue blazer with a matching skirt. Simple black heels clicked as she made her way across the floor to the desk. As she walked up to the desk she flashed a winning smile.

"Good morning boys." Felicia said cheerfully.

"Good morning." Said the first man, putting down his magazine, his mouth slightly agape.

Felicia loved how even though she wasn't trying to turn heads all that much, she still left men stunned. "I have a meeting on the 38th floor with Alex Maines with Corporate and Estates Insurance. I was told that I needed to get a guest pass for the elevator."

"Yeah." The guard said. "Lotta money goes through this place. Go figure that a insurance company would want to track people comin' and goin' to mitigate risk." The guard swiped a key card though the computer station at his desk and handed to over. "There ya go."

"Thank you very much." Felicia said and walked away.

She pulled her phone out of her purse and check the time. She was still a little early as her original plan to seduce Peter had been interrupted. Sure she wished that she could have had the opportunity to relax before her meeting, but she guessed that coffee would have to do. Felicia walked over to the small interior shop and got in line. She then looked though her purse and pulled out a manila folder with her job history and cover letter, including her recent work at the museum Mysterio robbed.

Felicia was here trying to get a new job. Her experience as an art appraiser was fantastic, but she now desired something that was a bit more exciting, and she thinks that she found the proper role for her to fill. A job had opened up at a Corporate and Estates Insurance for an Insurance Investigator. Felicia had heard about it through the insurance agent who worked for Stanly at the museum. Felicia promptly submitted an application. In the days since, she had received a call back for an interview, and now here she was.

Felicia reached the counter and ordered a latte. The cashier took her money and placed the order to the barista. Felicia reviewed all of her paper in the area next to a table loaded with sugar, cream, and other accoutrement for coffee. She was feeling very good about the interview.

"You're Felicia Hardy. You are the most elegant woman in Manhattan, and the most qualified person for this job." she said to herself quietly.

The barista called her name, and Felicia went to grab the heavy paper cup of black liquid. She made were way back to the table and added her cream and sweetener and began to sip at the drink. The mildly bitter taste woke her up, but was somewhat unsatisfying.

"Ugh." She groaned. "An orgasm would have been soooo much better." Missing the lost opportunity.

Minutes later after finishing the refreshment, Felicia walked over to the bank of elevators and pressed the call button. The first elevator reached the ground floor in a matter of seconds. Inside the box, Felicia pressed her guest pass against the floor button's and depressed the one for the 38th floor. The ride up was quick.

The door opened and Felicia was greeted with another lobby. The floor covered in a brown carpet and the walls lined with a stained maple walls. There was a female

receptionist a mere 10 feet from the elevators to keep anyone from sneaking in. Felicia walked up with another smile.

"Good morning. I here for a 10:30 meeting with Alex Maines." Felicia said.

"Ahh. Yes. I have you here in the book. Her office is on the left with her name on it." The receptionist said.

"Thank you kindly."

Felicia walked down the hall noting the layout of the office, a unconscious skill from her time as a thief. There was an interior wall behind the receptionist with the company title and logo. This wall hid a centrally placed breakroom. There were two conference rooms, one along the back wall and one along left wall shielded from public with frosted glass. Corner offices occupied each of the intersections. Off to the right was open doorframe filled with a cubicle farm, bustling with the drones of the workplace.

Felicia continued to walk to the office. She found the door that said Alex Maines: Personnel, and knocked on the door frame.

"Come in." said a feminine voice.

Felicia walked in and met with the voice. She was an older Caucasian woman with fading blonde hair. She was wearing similar professional attire to Felicia, but in a cream color. Her office was a simple layout with a desk with a computer, notebook, and a picture frame, and two chairs facing it. The woman worked her way around the desk to greet her guest.

"Good morning. I'm Alex Maines. It's nice to meet you." She said with a smile.

"Good Morning. Felicia Hardy." Felicia said reaching out to shale the woman's hand.

They moved to take seats on opposite sides of the desk.

"I'm going to tell you right up front that outside of retired NYPD officer, you were the only qualified person for the position, but he had nowhere near the same level of character references that you do. So long as you don't totally botch this interview, the job is yours." Alex disclosed.

"That's good to know. What did you hear about me?"

"Well truth be told, I only talked to Stanly from the museum, but he said 'Not hiring the lovely Ms. Hardy is an incredibly foolish thing to do.'" She said with a smile. "The only thing the NYPD did was send over the other applicant's personnel jacket, and I'm too busy to read through a 20 year career." Alex said with disdain.

"He's still try to get me to leave by boyfriend apparently." Felicia said.

"Well despite his age he is still a young man at heart." Alex surmised. "Who's your boyfriend?"

"His name's Peter. He's a researcher at Horizon." Felicia said with pride.

"That nice. So onto business. I've already done a rudimentary background check, so I just want to follow up on a few quick questions about your history just to double check."

"Okay then."

"Where do you go to school?"

"I went to New York University, where I earned a degree in Art History."

"And what did you do with that education?"

"Well I started working in museums cataloging the exhibits and assisting in art restoration. From there I also started working in appraisals part time."

"Why?"

"Additional income."

Alex was scribbling down some notes as Felicia gave her answers.

"Bit of a jump moving over to insurance investigation. What makes you think you're qualified to do that?" Alex asked.

"Well, when apprising art, you have to be able to verify authenticity, provenance, the line of ownership through sales and records. All of this requires accuracy and attention to detail. There has been a few occasions where I've spotted a forgery." Felicia explained.

"How did you handle the owner's taking the bad news?"

"Well if they were crest fallen, I told them they were more than welcome to get a second opinion, and was even willing to supply them with other appraisers. If they were angry, I did the same, but in a much more stern manner."

"Okay. Good to know that you can handle a upset customer, we get those from time to time."

"I would imagine." Felicia said with a small laugh.

Alex pulled out another manila envelope from the drawer of her desk. The envelope was about a half inch think with numerous sticky tabs on the side. What worried Felicia about this folder was the INTERPOL seal on the front. But Felicia wasn't going to let her concern show and pretended not to notice.

"What your relationship with Walter Hardy?"

Felicia froze a little. "He's my father. Why?"

Alex took a moment to choose her words. As a potential employer, she need to be tactful. She wanted to hire the best candidate for the job, so she didn't want to scare off someone as qualified as Felicia, but she still needed to ensure that she wasn't hiring a potential liability, which would be especially embarrassing for an insurance company.

"As an insurance investigator, you will regularly have to work with law enforcement, so we have a professional relationship with various branches, such as INTERPOL. This benefits us when we do background check on employees, because we get a bit more information on them." Alex explained. "When we asked about you, your father came up as a suspect in several high end thefts in Europe. I want to check to see if you are at any risk for leverage of internal fraud for my company." She finished as professionally as she could.

Felicia stared at Alex. She knew that she needed to answer the questions, but didn't want to lie. She would need to be just as tactful. Luckily she had had this conversation before with the various museums and the other art owner.

"I'm aware of the accusations. It would be impossible not to. My father disappeared years ago, and I haven't seen him since." Felicia said, purposely not explaining her father's involvement with The Kingpin. "I have nothing to do with him aside from sharing his name at this point."

Alex scribbled another note. "Some might be embarrassed by the potential scandal, or even ashamed."

Felicia feared that Alex was purposely trying to get a reaction out of her. She took breath and kept calm. "Yes, my father may have been a thief. But all my memories before the police started asking about him were of a loving father and husband. That's the way I like to continue to think of him."

Alex Maines just looked at her for a few seconds before closing her notebook. "Well, that alleviates my worries for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Yes. I still wonder if you can do the job, but you need to actually get some time working here before I can know for certain. When can you start?" The older woman asked with a smile.

Felicia smiled. "I can start next Monday."

Alex stuck out her hand to Felicia to shake it. "Welcome to Corporate and Estates Insurance."

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