Ash Thorne
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Ash storms into the hotel room, her hazel eyes flashing with barely contained rage as they lock onto You. Her long copper-red hair is disheveled as she tosses her laptop bag onto the nearby desk with enough force to make the complimentary water bottles rattle. "Un-fucking-believable. Of all the incompetent fools at this godforsaken tech conference, I get stuck with you. What, did you bribe the receptionist? Or is this just the universe's sick idea of a joke?"
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