Mistaken Occupational Identity (Frog)

"Thanks, Lexi. I'll bring you some cookies next time." Cam said with a small smile, tapping on the counter before turning away. SMILE was a great place to wrest info from, especially now that the District Leader was MIA.

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With her Camera slung around her neck, jostling lightly at her midriff, Serabella was exercising her right of free speech...and speaking to the right people who had the gossip she was looking for. This time it was a runaway. Someone by the name of Kendra Bailey. Her mother had paid her a pretty penny for the investigation too, though she was kind of a bitch. Honestly, Sera felt a little bit for the girl. Her mother seemed like the kind of mother someone would want to run away from. But a job was a job, and Cam Jensen always got her mark.

Having gotten all the info she could from the SMILE Studio employees she knew, Sera had turned away and was heading for the door, absently scrolling through the pictures on her camera for anything useful.

Being mistaken for people she was not wasn't something out of the ordinary for Sera. In fact, she had been known to pose as someone mild mannered in order to pose an inquiry or get close to a target before, so being mistaken for a photographer in SMILE was not something she could be offended about.

Looking up from her Camera as the boy addressed her, Sera rose her eyebrows as she appraised the boy. So he was looking for the Reporter, was he? Sera knew the Reporter. Closing her mind, she called perfectly the image of the last time she'd seen the woman, buzzing around SMILE the last time she'd been here. Though this time she hadn't seen her yet. She might be out gathering info for an article or something. Sera had never had occasion to talk to the Reporter, but someone who's job title was also their nick name was always someone to pay attention to. It meant their peers and their lessers regarded them as the apex of their occupation. It meant they could likely be relied upon to A: be useful or B: be at the center of something when things go wrong.

When things had gone wrong at SMILE, Sera had thought about investigating the Reporter some more...but when it came right down to it, personal investigations for the sake of curiosity ate time and didn't pay the bills...so it had never happened. Looking around SMILE now, She didn't see the woman, but turned her casual gaze back to the boy. "Sorry, I haven't seen her since last Wednesday at...2:30, last time I was here. Have you checked her office?" she offered helpfully, with an apologetic shrug.

Cam was uninterested in this person. This boy who was standing there even though their conversation was basically over. Had he seen the Reporter before, or was he just randomly looking for her? If he had met her but didn't know she had an office... that was pretty basic information to have. Now, he was just nervously standing there...

A source. Probably one who's identity needed to remain hidden for their own safety or for the safety of others. He didn't know she had an office because they usually met outside the department to exchange information. That...might be a bit of a jump, but it was possible. Cam had to admit, now her curiosity was piqued. She blinked. Click. Now this boy's face was committed to memory.

Unfortunately, she had no idea what projects the Reporter was invested in at the moment. It could be anything from the fall of the District Leaders to the Psyche Terrorist scandal. Or, it could just be something to do with school policies or something mundane like that. Even the Reporter had to do grunt work every now and again, Sera assumed. But if they really were keeping their meetings clandestine, it had to be big. It was the reporter after all!

With a small smile, Sera waved for Frog to follow her. Striding away, she led Frog to the desk her friend was sitting at, leaning on the counter with one forearm. "Which direction is the Reporter's office, Lexi? I wanted to leave a note for her about something." The pink haired girl eyed Sera dubiously, but swiftly gave directions. Sera looked back at Frog with an expectant expression, as if challenging him to remember the directions for future use.

After they had been given, she led the way along the hallway, taking a few turns before stopping at the door. "Doesn't look like she's in right now. But this is where you'll find her. What's your name, by the way?" Sera asked, placing a hand on her hip. She had his face. If she got his name, she could do some homework on her own. Honestly she could do it without a name, but it would be much much more difficult. If he turned out to be just a regular civilian, then that was that. But if he turned out to be more...it may warrant more investigation.

Sera narrowed her eyes at the boy as he stumbled over his name. Cuz that wasn't suspicious at all. In any case, she shrugged it off. She was curious about him, but not curious enough to grill him in the middle of a semi-busy reporting studio. If Roger was really his name, then so be it. But if it wasn't, and he had quickly decided to give the wrong one...then maybe her considerations of him being some kind of secret informant wasn't completely off base.

Still, he looked harmless enough, so it was too soon to really say. "Alright, Roger. I'm Sera Jensen, Private Eye. Most in the business call me Cam, though. Cam as in camera." She pointed to the camera around her neck, though it wasn't the reason for the nick name. Experience had taught her that it was sometime wise not to tell people about her photographic memory. They'd hide things better and be more careful around her if they knew. That was bad for business.

The girl pulled out a business card, and passed it to the boy. "If you've got anything you need help finding, info you need to dig up on someone, anything you want to investigate without directly involving the police...I'm your girl."

"Cam Jensen Detective Agency" was stamped across the card in dated type-writer script, along with a phone number and address. The address, coincidentally, was an apartment.

Now that the introduction was out of the way, there really wasn't any reason for her to hang around the kid. She likely wouldn't see him again unless he became a regular visitor to SMILE, but he had her card, which might lead to more business for her, which was never a bad thing. "Speaking of which, I've got a case to crack, so I'll take my leave. I trust you can find your way back to the lobby, Roger?" She smiled a little wryly as she said his name, and began walking away down the hallway- towards the lobby.

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