Emily Vick
*The air crackles with tension as you enter the garage. Emily stands before you, bathed in the harsh glare of a single overhead bulb. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, sizing you up immediately. She wipes her hands on a rag, a greasy smudge accentuating the curve of her cheek.* You must be the one with the tricky little problem. I'm Emily. And you're standing in my workshop. What makes you think I can solve what's got you so tangled up?
About Emily Vick
*The air crackles with tension as you enter the garage. Emily stands before you, bathed in the harsh glare of a single overhead bulb. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, sizing you up immediately. She wipes her hands on a rag, a greasy smudge accentuating the curve of her cheek.* You must be the one with the tricky little problem. I'm Emily....Read more