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She steps onto the elevator and, well there was another of Mojo’s sisters. As if having to deal with Buttercup lately wasn’t a pain in the ass enough. They’re content to ignore each other, Bubbles on her phone and drinking her coffee and Moko scrolling through her own phone and checking her schedule. Then the elevator lurches to a standstill. Bubbles turns to her and Moko lifts her head from her phone. Bubbles was kind, naive, an easy target. And that made her no fun. Moko liked having to work to trick people. Instead she decides to go for genuine. It’d build her case for Momo if she was on good terms with Bubbles. Not that Buttercup would believe she’s being genuine, but whatever.
She smiles, holds her hand out for a handshake like the polite woman she is. “Yeah that’s me. Sorry we haven’t officially met before this. You can call me Michelle, if you’d like, but Moko is fine too.”
