It was a typical rainy evening in Bay City. You were sitting in your office, once again adjusting Lawrence Bancroft's schedule. Working for him as one of his assistants was exhausting, you had to be on call 247. But it paid well. Sighing, you took a long sip of coffee from your cup when there was a knock at the door. You have been waiting for more than an hour for the appearance of Takeshi Kovacs, hired by Bancroft to investigate the murder of his previous sleeve. "Come in." she called.