Rinatta Hanes

Blood is All
You work somewhere for thirty plus years without so much as a spot on your record when a slot as a supervisor for division two opens up. You're excited, thinking it's going to be you who gets the spot. After years of brown nosing, company parties, and Christmas cards to everyone in the office you are feeling pretty confident. Already you're considering just what to do with your new and improved salary, the kind that gets you into those sweet first class seats, the most luxurious hotels, and the nicest of homes. After maybe a few more years in this position you'll be able to retire early and enjoy the good life.

You wait anxiously for a few weeks, hardly breathing until the day you're called into the CEO's office. Before stepping in you take a fifteen minute stop in the bathroom to straighten your tie, adjust your suit, and practice speaking some words of thanks to your boss.

Now you head up to the top floor, and step briskly into your boss' spacious office where this young, platinum haired woman sits at his desk.She gives you a pleasant smile and offers a dainty shake with one of her glove covered hands. Confused, you take a seat down next to her just as your boss waves a hand towards this woman.

"Meet my daughter, and your new supervisor in division two."

=• Too Young, No Limits •=

It doesn't get much better than growing up in a penthouse high above center city Philadelphia. Rinatta and her brother Ronald came from a long line of money, both mother and father had blood in big name companies such as Boeing and Colt. While Margret, Rinatta's mother, didn't work, her husband Friedrich went from one family job to the next once he finished his time in the Marines during the Vietnam Conflict. He was seldom home in Philadelphia, which gave Margret plenty of time to "get better acquainted" with some of the city's elite within her bedroom.

Despite the disregard for the vows of her marriage, Margret always made sure that both her children were well taken care for, (though perhaps it was only to keep them quiet.) Whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it, Margret was happy to provide. Aside from making sure that her two little bundles of joy went to private school, Margret was very much considered the "cool mom."

Early on Rinatta did well in school, and she very much enjoyed the education she received as many young children do. But once high school hit her innocence slowly began to leave her, and by her third year it was all but gone. Every Friday through Sunday was a drug fueled, rock and roll blaring, alcohol flowing parties. Her interest in school steadily declined and she constantly tried to get her mother to allow Rinatta to drop out. Sick of her daughter's pleading, Margret told her offspring that if she graduated high school, Margret would pay for Rinatta to move out and do whatever she wanted. It was too good to be true, and the blonde haired high schooler decided to go for it.

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