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Cassadine TNG 5.

“Merrill Owens. Thank you so much for taking time from the shoot.”

“Not a problem, I’m done for the day.” The well known actress takes a bottle of water from a passerby and says a quick thanks under her breath.

The reporter from a television entertainment magazine looks into the Camera. “We’re here today with Merrill Owens, academy award winning actress on location in Northern Idaho. The film hasn’t even finished shooting and is already getting buzz.”

“And it deserves it.” Merrill nods. “It’s a fantastic script. And of course any opportunity to work with Dillon Quartermaine– you can bet I was already saying yes before my agent finished telling me about the part.”

“You’ve worked with Dillon Quartermaine before.”

“Yes, and I actually was hesitant about this project until I heard he was onboard. Dillon can be tough to work with, to work for-- but he nails it. He isn’t one of those directors who encourages making things up on the spot. He is a firm believer in having an awesome, nuanced script. He’s a director an actor can trust.”

“There had been some distractions on this shoot?”

“Not really. Even the weather has cooperated. ” Merrill frowns. “You going around the block about what happened to Faith? That didn’t slow anything down. I was kind of ticked. It did cut into some rehearsal time but Faith is a trooper. The story broke on Thursday night and she was back here on Sunday evening. While she was shooting her stuff that week, her grandmother was running lines with me.”

“Her grandmother?”

“Dillon told me the plan even before Fan... Faith got the part of Eugenie was to have her and her grandmother here. Official title would have been my second assistants or something but they were going to be here to help with running lines and nailing accents.”

“Sounds like hollywood nepotism in action.”

“If he had wanted her to just come out and be paid to watch, sure– or expected me to babysit her. You ask anyone here– Faith has been working from the day we did the first read through back in LA. She and Baba both– anyone who wanted to run lines with them, even if officially they were only supposed to be helping me. Maybe that is the proof of the nepotism– they were doing everything they could for this movie because Dillon is directing it-- including having me living with them.”

“You were living with Faith Monroe and her grandmother?”

“Am living.” Merrill corrects. “We’re staying with a local family, the Griffiths who were kind enough to open their home so I wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel or down at the ski resort which would have totally brought me out of frame. And I’ll tell you flat out any reviewer who questions the accent of anyone in the picture... I’ll cry foul. This wasn’t Kevin Costner doing Robin Hood.”

“You’ve got a week left of principal shooting, what’s next for you?”

“Actually I’m on vacation. I’ve been up here for 6 weeks now and still haven’t gotten to go skiing. After that it will be the promo tour for 9 Lives.”

“The Ridley Scott film?”

“Right.”

“Two very... particular directors in a row.”

“I’m ready for that vacation.” Merrill laughs.

Baba stuck close to the house while there in Idaho. This part of the country reminded her a lot of the dacha in winter. Dillon had chosen well. And cold. Damn cold. The Griffiths are good people. It only made sense as they are Mark’s parents. Another way Dillon made sure Fancy is well protected-- basically making sure the girl is staying with family. Of course Baba told tales out of school of Karin and Mark back in high school and all the ways Karin led him a merry chase. The Griffiths are fans of Karin. She’d gotten their boy out of the military and the spy business. Of course they know Mark is still on the front lines with the humanitarian work they do. This house had been built on their property by Mark and Karin as a retreat for the kids when they aren’t on the yacht. The Griffiths keep an eye on things when the kids aren’t there-- about 50 weeks out of the year. And they’d vacationed on the Hoyden a couple of times. Of course Karin had called it inviting them to go fishing.

But they don’t talk about family matters when Merrill Owens or any of the film crew is around. The only exceptions are Dillon, Friday his assistant and Frankie. The actor hired after Fancy spoke Russian to him at the cattle call is a frequent visitor. Fancy told him Dillon didn’t speak Russian and hanging with her isn’t going to be getting him any points but the actor kept coming around whether Fancy was there or Baba or both. Fancy, once she finished shooting her scenes, went back to being Ms. Owens’ second assistant fetching and working as directed by the first assistant or Ms. Owens. Running lines is the only time where Fancy took on a more assertive role. The rest of the time she kept to close observer.

For her education she is keeping a journal in her online appointment book with notes from each day. There would be questions or comments there on occasion in a reply– they could be from Bruno, Mouse, Uncle Stefan or even from Dillon. Things she needed to figure out, find out before the next days journal entry without really letting anyone know. It’s a like Uncle Stefan’s scavenger hunts but this time it’s on the film set. There is one week of shooting left and then she’d be back in LA. Fancy is finishing up her journal entry for the day when her phone rings. Because she is at the Griffiths rather than on the set the phone is actually set to ring. “This is Fancy.”

“Fancy, it’s Bic. Got it. You’ve got a part on the Law and Order -SVU. Don’t worry you’re not the victim or the perp. You’re a witness. I’m going to be messengering you the script as soon as it’s available. You’ll have to be in New York week from the wrap date there. Lakers are going to be playing at the garden that week.”

“I am not their good luck charm. That was just a freaky thing that the evening news guy said.”

“Self fulfilling prophecy. I think the guys heard it too. You’re not at home games and they tank. It would be interesting to see how they do with you at an away game.”

“I’ll try to get tickets. You’ve just made Frankie’s day.”

“Talk to you later, Kiddo.”

“Thanks, Bic.” Fancy hangs up the phone and starts adding to her appointment book the new information about her being in new york in two weeks. She clicks off the computer knowing she is going to be coming back to a lot of comments. Baba is going to love this. She’d probably tell her friend at the restaurant and they’d go back to New York with a huge shopping list.

First Wrap Party last night! What a blast. Everyone was there blowing off steam. There are more than a few people who are going to have hangovers on the flight back to LA. Since Baba and I have to be back in New York in a week anyway we’re heading back today so we can go see everyone in Port Charles. Uncle Dillon is heading back to LA. He is so ready to start hitting the post side of the movie. And Aunt Brittany will be happy to see him. The Lakers are going to be on the road so I don’t have to hear from Bic on how I’m the good luck charm. Stupid commentator is making my life hell.

The easiest way to get home is to fly from Coeur d’Alene to Boise to Chicago as the major hub and then from Chicago to New York City. At this point it’s all about getting out. And Northern Idaho is beautiful year round but it’s a pain to get out of. At least this way they’d be dressed appropriate for New York City where as if they were starting their flight in LA they’d be packing two different wardrobes. Mouse had been the one to book their tickets so he knew exactly when they were going to be flying and with whom.

And Mouse had gotten them first class tickets. It’s not as important to Baba and Fancy as it would be for some others; they are both on the short side so the leg room would have been fine back in economy class. But it is still too soon to the big radio reveal for Fancy to not have some protections even when flying commercial. So she is in First Class, window seat. Baba had the aisle seat right next to her and Frankie is on the aisle seat in front of them. They took their seats first getting comfortable. Baba already has a glass of champagne and she a glass of orange juice as the rest of the people board the flight. Coeur d’Alene hadn’t been a full flight, Boise wouldn’t be either. But the flight from Chicago to New York? That one is going to be seriously packed. But she is prepared. She has a French copies of Vogue, Premiere and then Paris Match. Baba brought her crochet hooks because they wouldn’t let her tatting supplies on the airplane. Yeah, right like Baba looked like a terrorist.

They are met in New York by Josef and Nana Tracy. Nana Tracy had gotten wind of this little shindig (yes, she reads Fancy’s appointment journal too) and offered up her apartment for Fancy and Frankie, to spend some quality real family time. Josef is used to the game playing that Tracy excels in and bought an apartment in New York in the same building as Tracy’s over a year ago. And it wasn’t like Tracy didn’t give Fancy a ration ever single time she saw her, after all the girl is a porn star. The things she does to keep peace in the family since Edward, Ned, and Dillon had all very quickly fallen in on Fancy’s side.

Still it doesn’t stop Tracy from handing over all the tabloid coverage since the story broke once they are in the back of the limousine. Her own limo, Josef had ordered another car. Even if they are going to the same building.

Fancy flips through the articles. “Thanks for this. Everyone else has been trying to keep them from me. The last thing I need is to be blindsided.”

“Lolita seems to come up over and over again. You think they didn’t have any other phrase for underage tart.”

“I actually prefer that to victim which seems to be the way the legit press is swinging thanks to Gia’s statement. Stanley has been trying to balance both extremes with the counter he had put on his webpage with a count down to my 18th birthday. To show that it matters to some people when I’m going to be old enough to vote and that I’m... attractive.”

“Oh gawd another musician. I hope you’re planning on making a ton of money. Ned never made a dime as a musician. It was a glorified hobby.”

“That is definitely part of the plan. How is Grandpa Edward doing?”

“He’s furious of course. We’ve had to have his blood pressure monitored and threatened him with an over night stay in GH. He wants the man in this dead, preferably by his hand.”

“Nana, you know Grandpa Edward is about two years too late on that one right?”

“Kristina broke with tradition on that one. We have a choice of lovely rose gardens in Port Charles for just such occasions. How is Dillon?”

“Good. He was way busy of course because of the shoot. If I ever have to play a surgical nurse I’m going to channel Friday– she’s been with Uncle Dillon long enough now to have a psychic thing going. Handing him stuff before he asked for it. He’s flying back to LA direct. Probably take one day to say hi to Aunt Brittany and then start post- production.”

“How much weight did he lose?”

“Maybe a couple pounds not bad. It’s so freaking cold up there, a body burns calories just trying to stay warm.”

Tracy pulls a PDA out of her bag and flips it open. “According to your appointment book you’ll need the apartment and a driver next week....” Tracy names off the days. “I’ve already let the doorman know. No parties.” She gives Fancy a look.

“No problem, I’m here to work.”

“And go to basketball games. I can’t believe you’re rooting for a west coast team.”

“Maybe if I’d seen the Knicks first, Nana.”

“There is no turning back time.”

Fancy looks down at the tabloids. “No, there’s not.”

It’s a couple of days of vacation really before heading up to Port Charles to see everyone. But there is a list of people that need to be seen or contacted while they are down in the city. Tracy does her part making sure she goes with Fancy to go see Mason for a fashion pep talk then heading out for some serious shoe shopping. There had been the trip to Strands of course. She’d added to Uncle Stefan’s order and made sure that everything was going to be delivered up to Port Charles only taking a couple of books with her. Nana Tracy had dragged her to the ELQ offices too. Just to put the fear of Quartermaine in the employees who scurry around to get out of Tracy’s way. It’s the slow or the brave that actually make eye contact or answer questions. They’d done the same thing on a circuit of the Slade Galleries in Manhattan. There the staff at the first one had pre-warned the managers at the other two Galleries that Tracy was making a round. Tracy doesn’t have anything to do with the galleries but while she doesn’t like the fact that she is unlikely to get grandchildren from Dillon’s wife, she does admire her taste in art.

“You and Grandpa Edward should go see Aunt Brittany’s gallery in Scottsdale. You know it’s got to be nice and warm there. I’m sure Baby has some property there where you could stay. It wouldn’t be the mansion but it would be warm.” Fancy has her head tilted to the side as she examines an oil. It’s good. It’s really good. One of those things you could stare at all day and see something else.

Tracy comes over and studies the painting along with Fancy. The manager comes over. “A new artist. We only have a few pieces so far. I think he has possibilities.” He low keys his endorsement.

“It’s ****ing awesome.” Fancy says enthusiastically. “And if you’re not nailing this guy down to an exclusive...”

“Actually...” The manager preens just a little.

Fancy reaches into the purse. She doesn’t do this often and she knows there is going to be an inquiry from Mouse and Uncle Stefan tonight when they see her credit card bill. “I’ll take it please. Could you have it boxed up and sent to the Beverly Hills gallery. I’ll have it picked up from there. And could I have a copy of the insurance picture?” The manager nods and takes her credit card. “This is really good, Nana Tracy.”

“Could we see his other pieces too?” Tracy doesn’t keep her voice down. Her impatience is clear. As far as she’s concerned as soon as Fancy had shown interest in the piece the others should have been brought out to them. There is a scurry of staff going to the back room to bring out the other pieces by this new artist.

“You can’t buy them all.”

“Who says?” Tracy counters under her breath.

“If you buy them all you have to loan them back to the Galleries so they can take a tour of the galleries.” Fancy hisses.

“Oh like you’re going to?”

“I’m not going to be back in LA for a couple of weeks they can hang it out there until then. I’m doing my part for Aunt Brittany’s business.”

“Fine.” Tracy shuts her mouth abruptly as the staff bring out the other paintings by the artist. He has definitely got an eye. “I’ll take them all. You can keep hanging them until he’s provided replacement pieces and I get first refusal on those.”

“Of course. I’ll write it up.” The manager has no problem with any of it. His commission is going to be huge on this. He just paid his rent for the next three months.

“And Fancy is right. I’ll want a copy of the insurance pictures until they are delivered to the Quartermaine Mansion in Port Charles.”

“Nana?”

“Yes?”

“This one needs to go in the apartment– master bedroom right over your mother’s armoire.”

“You can keep hanging all but this one.” Tracy gives the address of the New York apartment. “My mother would have loved this one.”

“It so works with the apartment.” Fancy nods. It’s agreeing with Tracy since her mother had picked out all the art and furnishing in the apartment. Nana just switched out fabrics and maybe wall color to update– well that and redoing the kitchen to be up to Baby’s standards. “Going to need specialized lights.” Fancy mutters. “Going to have to get an electrician in. I’ll tell Mouse. He’ll be able to get someone in.”

Tracy nods and just tilts her head as she studies her latest acquisition. In the back of her mind there is a little voice cackling. Eat that, Baba. Whenever she looks at that painting she’s going to be remember an afternoon with me.

Fancy stands behind the visitor’s bench with Frankie right beside her. It’s her first time at Madison Square Garden. First time seeing the Lakers play in their away uniforms, other than TV of course. With the warm up going on, the place isn’t packed yet. It’s the time for practice, warming up, maybe some of the press getting pre-game interviews.

“Faith! Faith Monroe!” The voice startles her and has Frankie reaching beyond her ready to push off anyone that comes up on them while putting Fancy behind him. “Fox News West, we do the Lakers away games.” The reporter and cameraman slow way down after seeing the reaction of the bodyguard.

Fancy peeks out from behind Frankie. “Okay yeah, fine. We were watching you when we were on location up in Idaho. It’s a real good thing the people we were staying with had satellite.”

“That answers the question of why you haven’t been at the games. What one game in the last six weeks?” Fancy doesn’t answer that one just watches the shoot around and is slapping her hand against her thigh in time with the music that is being piped in. The reporter winces. He’s a sport guy but he should still have known better. He’d been known to tune into the Corey Cummings show on occasion. He rushes to ask a more considered question. “The Lakers going to be seeing you at more away games?”

“Frankie managed to get us tickets for Toronto and for Boston.” Fancy nods. “Then we’re going to be heading back to LA too.”

“You’re from New York originally right?”

“Oh yes, but the first basketball game I ever saw was at Staples. How does the song go? Dance with the one who brung you?”

“What do you have to say to all this about you being the Laker’s good luck charm this season?”

“It’s all a bunch of hooey. Luck is a last resort and fickle.” Fancy shrugs. “You watch these guys. You know they’re leaving their sweat and sometimes body parts out there on the hardwood. They’re professionals and they’re athletes. They’re going to win if there is any possible way.”

“So who is your favorite player?”

“You are so not going to catch me on that one.” Fancy laughs. “My favorite player is the coach, okay. He reminds me of my Uncle. He makes the game a chess match with opposing coach, identifying weaknesses, exploiting them using every minute of the game. It’s very exciting. And because I’m just learning basketball, I have nothing but admiration for the way he can see the whole floor and how the combinations will work.”

“Ms. Monroe, it sounds as if you’re becoming a student of the game, rather than a fan.”

“Maybe. It’s my nature.” Faith agrees with a nod. “But I think most fans are. Frankie’s seen me on the court when he was trying to teach me fundamentals before my first game. How did you describe it?”

“Funnier than the three stooges?” Frankie offers.

“Ouch.” The reporter laughs at that. “Thanks for your time. Hope to see you in Toronto.”

“Enjoy the game.” Fancy replies.

Lakers beat Knicks 120 to 98 in a very lopsided game. The Lakers were on fire tonight playing very opportunistic defense and taking frequent advantage of fast break opportunity. If you ask Faith Monroe however, it would have nothing to do with her being at this away game at Madison Square Garden. She gave this comment to Fox Sports West before the game.

The power forward of the Lakers team watches the commentary kicked back in his hotel room in New York. “Thanks for that.” Still he isn’t one to jinx a good thing. He’d watched the pre-game stuff with Fox News West earlier. He’d gotten to hear the whole interview not just the 10 seconds on the late night news. He calls down to the room of one of his teammates who has family in Philly. “You able to get tickets for your folks?”

“Four on the floor. Deal I got going with one of their players. They get me tickets to Philly I get them tickets to Staples.”

“How you feel about maybe giving up two of them?”

“You don’t know what I went through to get these! You’re going to have to do say more than that.”

“Faith Monroe... she said she had tickets to Toronto and Boston– not Philly.”

There is a long pause. “Pop would understand. My little brother definitely would. So how you figure get the tickets to her?”

“Her mother owns CSMC. Those places are wired like nobody’s business. You mess up in one and you’re banned in all of them within like an hour. I figure leave a message with the manager at one of the clubs here. We should be able to connect.”

“CSMC is strip clubs right?”

“Among other things.”

“Lets go now.”

The music is pumping and the girls are hot. It’s payday and everybody is doing just fine, the girls and the club. So the girls aren’t exactly thrilled when two guys come into the club and draw all the attention away from the stage. The manager can feel the disruption in the vibe and is quickly at the door. “Gentleman, welcome. Right this way I have a VIP lounge.” Where nobody would be watching them just the girls.

“This is a CSMC club right?” The Power forward asks the manager.

“Yes. This way please.”

“We’re not going to be staying long– we just wanted to talk to the manager.”

“Speak for yourself.” The back up guard mutters. He can’t take his eyes off the gal to the right of the stage.

“This way please. I’m the manager. We’ll be able to hear ourselves talk.” The manager says for the third time and finally gets the guys to the VIP lounge and out of view of the rest of the club. Things settle back to normally very quickly after that. “Of course after the way you two treated the Knicks this evening I should make you guys sit back by the kitchen.”

“They got injuries, man. They’ll be back in about three weeks.”

“True.” The manager sighs, social pitter patter out of the way. “Now what or who can I get for you?”

“Faith Monroe’s mother owns this place right?”

The manager’s face goes flat and cold; he is now 15 seconds from having these guys removed. “State your business.”

He’d seen game face before but that look makes his blood run cold. “We’ve got Philly tickets for her, for Faith.”

“I’ve got Philly’s tickets for her.” The guard corrects. “They’re next to my dad and brother but they are on the floor. We figured this is the best way to let her know about the tickets without freaking anyone out.”

“Please have a seat. Mona will be right with you. First round is on the house.” The Manager pulls out his cell phone and does a quick wave to one of the servers who nods and makes her way over. The servers are dressed differently than the strippers of course. In this club they are dressed in modified men’s tuxedo shirts. It gives them the look of just climbing out of bed after a very special occasion. The girls have more coverage than a lot of strip clubs, but still made better tips because they are the fantasy as much as the girls up on stage putting it all out there.

“Mickey said first round is on the house. So bottle of Cristal?” Mona suggests.

“You call that a first round?!”

“If you’re getting bball tickets for Fancy– absolutely. Mickey just has to find out if she is going to be able to make the game or if she’s going to be working. She’s only out here because she got a gig on Law and Order– doing a bit there.” Mona puts down a couple of napkins. “Cristal?”

“Yeah, sure.” The forward looks at the guard. They are used to being catered to after a few years in the NBA but this is still sweet.

“I’ll be right back.” Mona goes over to the bar to fill the drink order. She is soon back with a filled ice bucket with the bottle of cristal chilling and two champagne flutes. With admirable competence she opens the bottle without spilling a drop and pours each man a glass. “There’s Mickey.” She leaves so that the manager can speak with the men privately.

The first thing he does is give the address of the guard’s father in Philly. “Is that the correct address?”

“Yeah.” And the hair just went up on the back of his neck. What the hell had this guy gotten him into.

“CSMC thanks you for your generosity. Frankie will arrange for a driver to pick them up before the game so that they can drive in together. Please enjoy your evening.”

As soon as he’s clear, Mona is back. “Anything else I can get for you?”

“You know what your boss’ boss’ daughter is doing ... a part on a TV show?”

“Oh sure. Ever since she moved out to LA, she’s been posting her appointment journal on the company intranet– you know the internal posting just for CSMC? The things she says. Oh my gosh. I think all the girls read it, if only to find out about the Hollywood stuff she’s been doing– like the opening of the Tower Building with all the music people? She was there. And that Uncle of hers? The one she compared to you guys coach? He must be crazy. He had her reading some 600 year old philosopher guy...in French. I looked him up the last time I was in Barnes and Noble, the philosopher not the uncle. The english version you know. And it wasn’t too bad I guess. They’re like short stories, so you can do one and put it down and think about it. Oh and the Corey Cummings? He better never step foot in a CSMC club... or he’ll be leaving in pieces. Can you believe what he did? Fancy’s just a kid really, I don’t care how smart she is. Whatever Gia Campbell and Baby, that’s Fancy’s mom, do to him– all I want is front row tickets.”

They ended up not leaving until 3am. Coach is so going to kill them. Maybe they’d get a stay if they let him know that they have Fancy at the Philly game. It was a good cause really. And they don’t leave alone. The guard had done some fast talking to the stripper he’d been eyeing. Mona had come back to the hotel with him. The girls seemed to know everyone and had gotten them back to their rooms without being seen by anyone.

“Show me this intranet thing you were talking about.”

“You have a computer here?” Mona shrugs. When she sees the big forward’s laptop she opens it up and waits for the laptop to recognize the hotel’s high speed wireless connection. “You know these things aren’t secure right? Mouse put out a memo. Anyone in the hotel could access your laptop while you’re here if they’re on the same network. You do any online shopping or anything like that you’re better off being wired in off a modem. Just like phones– wired nobody listening, wireless everyone listening.”

“Mouse?”

“CSMC computer expert. He built the website.” Mona goes to the intranet for CSMC- talent. “See here are the appointment journals for all the talent including the Michaelsons, Mayday and Fancy. She normally posts before she crashes for the night while things are still fresh so she probably has something about tonight’s game.”

“And anyone in the company can access this?”

“Anyone in the company can have one. You can find out how things are going all over CSMC. What’s it like in Toronto, in Boston. It can be really mundane– how’s tips, how’s the cost of living. And anything you don’t want going wide you can lock down, family only or really locked down hard. The only person who could access at that point would be Mouse. You could have one if you were repped by CSMC but I don’t think they do athletes– just musicians. I should tell Mouse that they should do athletes too. I mean since Gia Campbell does so much legal work for the company. She started with football players. Ah there you go... see...”

7pm. Basketball game at the garden. Frankie managed to get really good seats on the Laker’s side. The Knicks have injuries. There were even a few players who should have still been on injured status. The Lakers Coach must have thought so too he was driving the game through them and taking advantage of the Lakers better physical conditioning with a frenzied pace. By the time the fourth quarter started the starters were on the bench but the Knicks bench was so depleted they were still playing exhausted players. Good experience for the LA bench players Frankie says so they can show the Coach what they can do and maybe pick up more minutes in future games.
I’m jumping at everything. The reporter from Fox Sports? I wasn’t expecting him to try to interview me. Stupid good luck charm crap. The Lakers won because they were in better shape and worked as a team rather than having one showboat trying to do everything. At least if he comes up on me up in Toronto I won’t be surprised. Uncle Stefan, I’m going to stop and see Grandpa Edward before coming home. Nana Tracy says he’s been really upset about the radio thing and that Leticia has been monitoring his blood pressure.

“Frankie is like Fancy’s chaperone– so she can do all the things she needs to do. Uncle Stefan is the guy she compared to your coach. Grandpa Edward? That’s like her great, great grandfather– Edward Quartermaine. You know the phrase too mean to die? Well it’s a coin flip between Edward Quartermaine and his daughter Tracy, Fancy’s great grandmother. She’s awful. I don’t know how Fancy can deal with her. She’s one of those people who rubs your nose in it whenever you screw up. She met Fancy at the airport with copies of every evil thing that’s been written since she went on the Corey Cummings show. Her journal sounded okay with it but damn.” Mona scrolls back a day to the previous day’s entry. “See she gets replies too. Anyone can reply. People who have her number might call. This here? This is her Uncle Stefan and Mouse questioning an entry on her credit card to make sure she hasn’t been hacked. Turns out she’d gone shopping with her Nana Tracy and bought a painting. And it must be something cause she gave the okay for it to hang in the Slade Gallery in Beverly Hills.”

“So am I going to end up in your journal?” The forward asks as he reaches around Mona to turn off the computer.

“Only if you are really, really good. And an endorsement from Mona? Well you’d be in like flint in any CSMC club.”

“Ah pressure. I do some of my best work under pressure.”

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