Beef with the chief

Outside, Gyselle stared at the building as her phone rang. It was from the chief.

"Geneva, just what are you playing at!?"

"Whatever do you mean by that?"

"Don't play dumb!"

"Oh, and did the forensics come back yet?"

"I'M NOT DONE RANTING! In fact, you're fired!"

"I'm freelance anyway, so good day."

"I'll have you arrested for police interference!"

Gyselle sighed and hung up. It seemed like she was being given up on. Yet despite her eccentric ways, she did achieve results. What started the chief's beef with her though was the way she got onto the force.

A year or two prior, Gyselle was a full-time model. To improve public relations, the police decided to invite her to be "chief for a day". This program allowed Gyselle to assume the role of honorary police chief for the day. It was meant to simply be a celebratory day, but then an actual murder happened.

Gyselle ended up solving the case in record time, putting the chief on edge a bit. But what really set him off was Gyselle going through the cold-case files and managing to solve most of them within the last few minutes of her time as chief. Calls quickly came in to give Gyselle a role in the police from the higher-ups, infuriating the chief.

"I worked up to this position from the ground up, yet some fashion model just gets a free pass, all because she solved some cases!? Hah, I bet SHE'S the culprit in all of them!"

Much to the chief's dismay, Gyselle was simply talented. As she told him multiple times, "You need a sharp mind to succeed in fashion."

The chief naturally couldn't accept this reasoning, but much to his dismay, Gyselle was given an official position on the police force, and broke records for how much prestige she achieved. And this was all while she was still a full-time employee of the fashion industry. Her popularity skyrocketed, and now she's one of France's biggest celebrities.

As Gyselle stared at the building, she suddenly went on guard, before easing up. "So he's here too. Then perhaps I'll put what I just learned to practice," she thought.

Suddenly, white sticky silk was splatted onto her backside and dragged her to the ground. Gyselle began struggling, but to no avail, as she was instantly mummified in the sticky white silk.

"Hon, hon, hon! To think you'd be so easy to catch! Well, as much as I'd like to savor your flesh, the appetizers must be eaten first," a voice sneered.