October 1st, 108
The police had just left for the fourth time in connection to a murder near the Elusion. Her employees were dying and there was very little she could do. Hiring Private Investigators was immediate. Then, there was more security around Elusion and after today, none of her escorts would be leaving work without security trailing them at all times. Thankfully Irene had plenty of money to work with because the extra costs were not cheap. None of that mattered, however, the goal was to keep her employees alive. Unlike Marian.
Marian, the innocent young woman whom Irene had taken under her wing, only to be killed by a bomb set by Moriarty. Irene was, of course, responsible. If she could't forgive herself for Marian's death, she must protect those who depended on her now.
Her office had been searched, and she understood though to thin she was a suspect was laughable. Her sense of responsibility and protection over her employees was what drove her. The questions had come around again from officers and Irene felt drained as she answered them, once again without James anywhere to be found.
Sitting at her desk, she stared at the report before her, her index nails tracing the paper along the wood of her desk. Once again, Pandora made her feel helpless. Being a mortal here was truly some kind of hell when nearly every being around you could simply decide to end you without a thought or much effort.
Police still made their way in and out of her office freely so she didn't notice the reporter among them.