Adriana’s Uncle Seth suddenly died and in his will left her with ownership of the five floor building on the corner of Queen St and Jarvis St which had several meeting rooms that during the day businesses held seminars and at night there were support groups Monday through Thursday. In his will her uncle stipulated that she could own the property as long as she kept the current support groups and the exact same schedule. There was a small office for her and it was from there that she watched the bizarre groups arrive and depart. The irony that the two groups meeting the on the same night were polar opposite didn’t escape Adriana’s attention but although she felt the scheduling was a dangerous cocktail, if she wanted to keep the property she had no choice but to accept it.

She grew up the young sister of three older brothers who were all very protective of their little sibling. They grew up in the very affluent neighborhood Bridle Path in an enormous seven bedroom European style mansion and attended private education in uniforms in small classes. After high school they all earned degrees in business. All of Adriana’s family were involved in business they were bankers, stockbrokers, financial consultants the like.

At Adriana’s new building on Friday’s a small group of executives with briefcases met and the first Friday when Adriana became the new owner they asked her to join their session. “Well, did you manage to solve your suppler problem Mark?” the chairman questioned. “Yes, I found a less restrictive source for the silencers the hit men prefer no paperwork” Mark replied grinning. “So Christina has sales of your designer condoms increased?” he asked. “Tenfold the nymphos use plenty of them!” she giggled. “And how’s your profits for your sweets Jamie?” “Couldn’t be better the fatties scarf it up!” a skinny harsh looking woman chuckled. “And I’m introducing new products next week.” “Ryan, have you some new and repeat customers at your Gothic store?” “You bet, and word of mouth has spread” he replied. “You see it’s all a question of supply and demand” the creepy chairman grinned looking straight at Adriana as the others turned to challenge her reaction. “It was actually your uncle’s idea bless his soul, he approached us and it’s a profitable arrangement for all of us so much so we’re looking to expand to other locations.” They all had iron clad contracts to run the company board indefinitely. Her uncle’s lack of ethics was shocking he was her favorite uncle, so much fun but you never know about people. And now Adriana was doomed when she signed a contractual agreement to run the business for a minimum of ten years. Not to mention that Adriana wanted to help the support groups in a truly more supportive way. But she was no dummy and it only took two days for her to figure out a solution to her problem. Adriana went to her first ever meeting with the Trigger Happy support group and met Carlos. She felt certain they’d have a lot to talk about!