Climbing the Corporate Ladder

Renata Glasc sighed as she leaned back in her chair, tossing the latest "market research" report onto her desk. "Damned Noxians, tying up all the major shipping lanes with random armaments, bulk orders of cheap wine, and even empty shipping containers... what could they be up to?" Renata hummed as she spun slowly in her chair, reaching into her jacket to pull out a fresh cigar, specially designed to work with her breathing mask.

"Could be related to that stolen prototype... trying to clog up any potential escape routes to keep the thief in the city?" She scoffed as she lit her cigar. "Fat lot of good that'd do them... if someone wants to disappear in Zaun, they can damn well do it."

Renata paused, the bright flame still flickering from her lighter. "Unless that's the point? With the thief stuck in the city, that would be a perfect time to post a fresh bounty on them... Make it big, make it public, 'Find this person or the shipping lanes stay closed'... and then just wait for someone to deliver them to you."

The businesswoman sighed, rubbing her forehead with her prosthetic hand. "Not the worst plan, at least, though Zaun doesn't exactly have its fair share of professional bounty hunters, and as for Piltover... the most likely person I can imagine to take on such a task would be-"

"Excuse me, Miss Glasc?" a knock startled her from her thoughts, and she turned to glare at the closed office door.

"What is it?" she shouted, making no effort to hide her annoyance.

"We've had a report of a break-in on the lower levels, may I come in?" Renata raised an eyebrow at that, and reached over to press a button underneath her desk, unlocking the door with an audible *click*. When it opened, she relaxed slightly at the sight of Mateo, her head of security, carrying some sort of file in a folder. "Thank you, this will only take a moment," he continued, shutting the door behind him and striding over to stand beside her. "As I said, we detected a break-in on the lower levels - we haven't yet located the intruder, but I thought you might like to see this." He motioned towards the folder, before setting it down on the desk.

Renata sat up straight in her chair, and set her cigar down in an ashtray before reaching out to take the envelope. "And what is 'this', exactly?" As she opened the envelope, she was greeted with a single sheet of paper, on which was written only one word, in bright blue ink and unmistakable handwriting: "Bang!"

"A distraction," Mateo said, but before Renata could even react she felt a *zap* hit her on the shoulder, and blacked out.

"Ahhh..." Jinx sighed as she pulled Mateo's face off. "Surprised you fell for that, 'Miss Glasc'... thought you were supposed to be smart or something?" She chuckled, before quickly peeling the rest of her skinny frame out of Mateo's bulkier body. "Bet your husband's awful happy with what you're packing, huh pal?" she remarked, before letting him fall to the ground and turning back to look at her next body.

Renata's skin had slumped down on the desk in front of her when she deflated, one hand still limply holding the paper Jinx had brought in, while her prosthetic arm had fallen to the ground with a metallic *clang*. "Good to know how that works..." Jinx noted, filing that information away in the back of her head as she started to pull Renata loose from her clothes. "I am still curious though what'll happen to my arm... guess I'll find out!" She shrugged, before quickly stepping into Renata's skin, feeling the now-familiar rush of another person's body enveloping her own. Piece by piece, the older woman's flesh replaced her own, aged but still well-maintained thanks to the best skincare money could buy.

When she slid her arm in, though, Jinx almost panicked at the sensation - or rather, the lack thereof, as her arm seemingly just... disappeared? "Hmmm... hope that's not permanent," she murmured, before continuing on. Finally, she found herself pulling the face of Renata Glasc over her own, the last few minutes of Renata's memories quickly pouring into her mind. She smirked as she blinked Renata's pinkish-purple eyes, looking down at her aged, yet still strong right hand, before reaching down to pick up the prosthetic and re-attaching it at the shoulder, the motion almost automatic thanks to her new muscle memory. She felt a slight jolt of pain as the nerves connected, but luckily Renata's brain helped her to acclimatize quickly enough.

"I should dock your pay for this betrayal," Jinx quipped at Mateo, still lying deflated in a pile of clothes behind Renata's desk, which Jinx promptly kicked aside. "But I suppose I could let it slide this time." She wasted no time bending down to pick up Renata's clothes (feeling her new older bones creak and crack as she did), and quickly started to dress herself up in the signature white pantsuit of Renata Glasc. She buttoned up the blouse and vest, re-tied the tie, draped the jacket over her shoulders, fastened the breathing mask over her face, and finally slid her feet into Renata's heels. "Still don't understand how people actually wear these stupid things..." she grunted, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, immersing herself into Renata's mind in order to help her stay balanced.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened her eyes once more, now looking fully the part of Zaun's most dangerous businesswoman. "Miss Glasc - or, perhaps I'll just call you Renata - I think you and I are gonna do great things together," Jinx smiled, admiring herself in the reflection of a nearby mirror. "In fact, it seems like you've already done some of the work for me in figuring out their plan! And while I might personally resent the claim that no one in Zaun could make it as a bounty hunter - I like to think I'd do a pretty bang-up job - I'll let it slide this time, since it seems like you might already have an idea of who could help me... 'the most likely person in Piltover to take on such a task' - none other than Camille Ferros."