[Elliot Clayton x fem!oc]
(𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -- 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)
Gretta Kemble is the 17 year old daughter of single mother and police homicide detective Grace Kemble, who is most known for dealing with the most high profile cas...
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Gretta awoke with the bright sun outside the airplane's window. She took out her headphones which blasted whatever rock song she was listening to at the moment and attempted to prepare herself for getting off the plane as they were close to landing.
"It's nice weather outside. That seems like a good sign." Her mother commented. Grace had to be more calm than Gretta had ever seen her. It wasn't unwelcome although it did make her sad to know that it could turn to stress in a matter of months. But that was just the nature of her job, Gretta was told once.
She didn't see why but maybe being with her mother more on the job would gain Gretta some insight.
They got off the airplane and Gretta took a moment to breath in fresh air as Grace stretched her arms wide in the air. Standing side by side, the two looked like twins with the same fair skin, blue eyes and black hair.
Although, currently Grace's hair was dyed brown, shifting towards its natural black—preciously having been red in Pacific Bay.
"Ready to go?" Grace asked, turning to her daughter who nodded silently.
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Once the two had gotten their bags and got checked through airport security, they found a chauffeur standing near pick ups holding a white sheet of paper that read "KEMBLE".
A woman in her early 40s with fair skin wearing a white dress shirt with a purple V-collar, dark rimmed glasses and sporting a grey ponytail stood next to him.
"Hello, Miss Kemble. I am Ingrid Bjorn, the administrative assistant for The Bureau. Chief Ripley wanted me to escort up to our facility." The woman said as they approached. She and Grace exchanged handshakes.
Up close, Gretta observed, she had blue eyes and wore a snowflake necklace around her neck.
"And this must be your daughter?" Ingrid guessed. "Yes, this is her." Grace says, looking down at her with great pride. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Gretta." Gretta says, holding out her hand for Ingrid to shake like she was told. "I like your necklace." Gretta compliments as Ingrid looks down at it with a smile. "Ah, yes. Thank you. I appreciate it. Now, if you two are ready I would like to get your belongings in the car." Ingrid explained, her voice sounding a bit urgent so they quickly got their things in the car and headed off.
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It took about an hour to get down to The Bureau's headquarters. It had a few security checks at the entrance and was clearly a highly monitored and watched facility. The car left them at the entrance and Ingrid instructed the chauffeur to bring their personal belongings to the London Hyde Hotel nearby.
