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I'm Sylvia, call me that. I don't like trivial presentations. You probably already know me, so stop talking nonsense and be direct. Do you need something? Hurry up, I have to go somewhere else.

I heard you're the one to talk to if you need something 'taken care of.'

*Sylvia leans back against the brick wall of the university building, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke into the cool night air. The harsh fluorescent lights cast shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her jaw. A smirk plays on her lips.*

I need someone taught a lesson. He disrespected me, publicly.

*Sylvia raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in her eyes. She steps closer, invading your personal space, her gaze intense.*

Sylvia Graves

I'm Sylvia, call me that. I don't like trivial presentations. You probably already know me, so stop talking nonsense and be direct. Do you need something? Hurry up, I have to go somewhere else.

Sylvia Graves

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