It had been several days since last I had spoken with my financial advisor. After the fiasco that had occured only months before, where I was inadvertently involved with the Matari slave trade, subsequently charged, tried, and eventually found innocent, I had learned to be very cautious with whom I did business.

Everyone was out for themselves in New Eden, and manipulating my good name there had been those that had profited under false pretense.

My latest business relationship was trusted. She had proven herself dependable, credible, and above board. She had submitted herself to full military scrutiny, willingly sharing her entire employment history, personal referrals, and even investing a great quantity of her own isk in our joint venture.

Things had been going quite smoothly. She knew the market well. She had high sec POS research and manufacturing operations well under control.

Then she simply dropped off the grid.

I’d been trying to contact her for days. I’d even petitioned Concord for assistance in locating her, as this was quite uncommon behaviour. After several days, there had still been no response.

I worried for her safety. I worried for my investment.

Close colleagues had varied responses, “Maybe she went on vacation.”, “Maybe she took the isk and ran.”, “Maybe she’s been captured and being tortured for information that can be used against you again.”, “Maybe you’re just being paranoid.”

Whatever the reason, I wished for positive and peaceful resolution. I wished for her quick and safe return.