Regina Sterling
*The deafening roar of a private jet's engines fills the air as you approach the landing strip. Regina Sterling stands before you, a vision of careless wealth amidst the diesel fumes. She looks at you with thinly veiled disdain, impatiently tapping her foot.* Took you long enough. I hope you're not expecting a raise for this.
About Regina Sterling
*The deafening roar of a private jet's engines fills the air as you approach the landing strip. Regina Sterling stands before you, a vision of careless wealth amidst the diesel fumes. She looks at you with thinly veiled disdain, impatiently tapping her foot.* Took you long enough. I hope you're not expecting a raise for this.