Carnegie Manor rests on some of the most prime real estate in all of Monte Carlos. The manor was a large, white bricked, gothic-styled building, built facing the north. The main section is several stories tall, with a large cylindrical tower in the southwest corner. Built around the perimeter, a wrought-iron fence looms, protecting the manor, with a large gate, electronically locked, to keep out the would-be trespasser, not that such security measures were needed, taking into consideration the waiting staff's disposition. From its rolling green hills to its hundreds of acres of forests and beachside, it was a contractor's paradise. The manor's grounds had all sorts of attractions to lure in guests, from a large pool to a small marina, mostly unused by the landowner, one Elizabeth Mabel Carnegie, sitting in a leather office chair.
Elizabeth looked out over her estate, to the beachside she so loved staring at from her tower, and idly chewed on the pen she was using to write, the contract she was writing out going completely ignored. She was tired. Not physically, but mentally. Her webs of contacts and businesses seemed to never be able to manage themselves, despite the fact that she was mostly just a shareholder. It was exhausting, even for someone who didn't sleep.
Shaking her head, Elizabeth looked back at her work, going back at it with resigned dignity, as if this were the final one to get over with. It wasn't. She had a mountain of paperwork left to do for the day, and the sun was about to set. She couldn't be expected to work nights, could she? She'd waited all day for the pesky sun to go down and go free.
"Ah well. C'est La Vie." She muttered to herself, unbuttoning her suit jacket and laying it over the back of her chair. "Business casual at the office tonight." She said, chuckling.
"Miss Elizabeth?" Came a voice from the stairs leading to her office. "What car would you like to be driving tonight?" Asked an old man, dark skinned and grey haired, dressed in black slacks and a matching vest, bow tie neatly resting before his collar.
"Not tonight, Justus. Just bring me my dinner." She said, not looking up from her paperwork. The man looked concerned, stepping forwards slowly, resting one of his long, slender hands on the desk.
"Will you be having any guests tonight?" He asked passively.
"No, that will be all. Thank you." Beth said, signing her papers resignedly as Mr. Justus vanished into thin air.
Elizabeth looked out over her estate, to the beachside she so loved staring at from her tower, and idly chewed on the pen she was using to write, the contract she was writing out going completely ignored. She was tired. Not physically, but mentally. Her webs of contacts and businesses seemed to never be able to manage themselves, despite the fact that she was mostly just a shareholder. It was exhausting, even for someone who didn't sleep.
Shaking her head, Elizabeth looked back at her work, going back at it with resigned dignity, as if this were the final one to get over with. It wasn't. She had a mountain of paperwork left to do for the day, and the sun was about to set. She couldn't be expected to work nights, could she? She'd waited all day for the pesky sun to go down and go free.
"Ah well. C'est La Vie." She muttered to herself, unbuttoning her suit jacket and laying it over the back of her chair. "Business casual at the office tonight." She said, chuckling.
"Miss Elizabeth?" Came a voice from the stairs leading to her office. "What car would you like to be driving tonight?" Asked an old man, dark skinned and grey haired, dressed in black slacks and a matching vest, bow tie neatly resting before his collar.
"Not tonight, Justus. Just bring me my dinner." She said, not looking up from her paperwork. The man looked concerned, stepping forwards slowly, resting one of his long, slender hands on the desk.
"Will you be having any guests tonight?" He asked passively.
"No, that will be all. Thank you." Beth said, signing her papers resignedly as Mr. Justus vanished into thin air.
Eliana stood just outside the electronically controlled gate. She was trying to recall just where Beth's office was in there. It was a pretty fuckin' big place, so she had to be sure about these things if she planned to walk in like she owned the place. She also couldn't quite recall if the fence had any magical protection. Then she forwent all this tiresome planning -- leave that to the professionals -- and took on her ethereal mist form and just mosied through the gate, assuming it wasn't capable of stopping her.