Felicia was all ready to stop the woman, who most assuredly did not have an appointment. But there was something about that card that caught her attention enough that she didn't protest the redhead's progress into Mr. Fisk's office. Instead she leaned back and opened the envelope and pulled out it's contents.
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Later: Monday Evening
Cat was waiting for the redhead. Her claws were sharpened. She was not happy. Fisk had promised not to reveal her identity to anyone outside the absolute need to know level. And Cat was certain that this red head, whoever the bitch was, was not part of that group.
Unfortunately, Fisk had been too busy to see her alone long enough to discuss this breech. So that left Cat to play along. For now.