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Date Posted: 19:26:40 02/10/02 Sun
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Entropy 1
The better you look, the more you see.
Victor Ward in Bret Easton Ellis’s Glamorama
“Spencer, get your ass out of bed,” Carly demanded as she stormed into her cousin’s starkly decorated bedroom.
Lucky lifted his barely an inch and opened one eye, looking through the hair that was falling in his eyes. He groaned when he saw the look on Carly’s face. He knew what that look meant. “What do I have to fix? What’s wrong, Caroline? Who do I have to yell at?”
Carly laughed lightly as she threw open he curtains that were keeping the sun from spying on the sleeping Lucky.
“It’s nothing like that—though I do need you to come to the club when you are done today,” Carly said nonchalantly.
“Huh?” Lucky muttered. He yawned widely, looking around the room for his tee shirt. Carly found it sitting at the foot of the bed and tossed it to him. “Thanks. Now tell, why are you waking me up early on my day off? What do I have to do?”
Carly smiled patiently. She had all the patience in the world for Lucky. He was only 26, but he had been to hell and back in his young life. But her patience wasn’t out of pity and sympathy, it was loyalty. After he came back (revealing Helena’s tool, the imposter, for who he was nonetheless) Lucky took to his cousin like they had grown up together. She figured it was because they were related but had no past, she had no expectations for him, and vice versa. And for some reason, he backed her up and supported her in ways nobody had before—unconditionally. When things didn’t work out for him in Port Charles, he went on the road with Carly.
“To get a new suit for tomorrow night. Natalie’s taking you,” Carly informed him before exiting the room.
Natalie was Carly’s business partner. After successfully opening the club in Port Charles, Carly made a name for herself in the nightclub business. Natalie Mason was the daughter of some big time real estate magnet, Carly never really paid much attention and didn’t care about Natalie’s dad. The women met in Miami where Carly was opening a new club for some millionaire “friend” of Sonny’s. Though she was no longer married to him, and barely friends, Carly did know he wanted only what was best for her. Opening a major club in a major club city was big. After Miami, she opened her the second club she could call her own, this time in Baltimore. Small and intimate, it was probably her favorite of the bunch and it opened the door for the club/restaurant she opened in Boston and her first chance at Manhattan. Natalie and Carly were partners in the small Manhattan club, which wasn’t a nightclub but more of a small, wine bar. They were two nights away from opening their first major nightclub in midtown Manhattan. It was the type of place the glitterati of New York would come to party, or at least Carly hoped it would be.
Nighttown was what Carly decided to call the club after thumbing through Lucky’s copy of Ulysses. And though Lucky thoughtfully suggested that Carly actually read James Joyce’s novel before naming her club, Carly went ahead with the name anyway, figuring most people won’t get the reference or if they knew where it came from they didn’t understand the book in the first place.
“I have lots of suits, Carly. I don’t need Nat to take me shopping,” Lucky complained as he followed her out of the bedroom, down the hallway to the kitchen, which sat to the right off the hall. The apartment was very modern and stark, lots of stainless steal and white marble. Lucky didn’t care what it looked like. After living in a cell for over two years, anything with a window to the outside world was a palace.
“Sweetie, I know you do, but you need a new one. Don’t forget, that chick from the Daily News is going to be following me around all day today and tomorrow, not to mention tomorrow night’s opening will be a major press event. You have to look dashing,” Carly explained.
“You mean Kristina? Nikolas’s cousin—no wait, his aunt?”
“Yeah, her. I guess they thought it would be cute to send someone who has Port Charles connections to cover my gala,” Carly sighed as she poured a drop of light dairy creamer into her coffee.
“Well, it’s not like she’s a sports reporter covering the opening. She is into celebrity gossip and stuff—you’re sort of a celebrity now,” Lucky pointed out with a slight smirk.
Carly thought for a moment before cracking a proud grin. “I am, aren’t I?”
Lucky nodded his head, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and headed towards his room. He stopped for a second and looked back at Carly. “Do you mean I’m not always dashing?”
“No, honey,” she stated seriously. “You’re sexy as hell and way adorable, but dashing is James Bond, you’re more James Dean cool.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment . . . though my cousin thinking I’m sexy . . .” Lucky mumbled, shuttering dramatically as he continued to his room.
**
“So I said to myself ‘Sly, why limit your options to soap operas, primetime is where you are meant to be.’ And quite frankly, I think I made the right choice. If I had left to do films and then it didn’t work out, well, not so cool. But the fact that I decided to stay in television, well, you know,” Sly grinned at the reporter who had cornered him in Starbucks. He looked beyond the reporter at his amused breakfast date. “This was fun, babe, but I’ve got to jet. My cousin is opening a club tomorrow night and I want to get some face time with her before it gets to hectic.”
With that the tall, blonde haired and blue eyed heartthrob slipped away from the counter and grabbed his friend’s arm.
“You could have saved me,” Sly said, turning off his false Hollywood charm and becoming the normal, down to Earth guy he really was.
“Sorry,” Emily said with a giggle. “I just get such a giggle out of watching you play famous. It’s such a trip considering I knew you when you were selling worm farms. Now you’re a big time, Daytime Emmy winning actor.”
“Yeah, well, Emily Quartermaine, Esquire, I remember when you were just a shy little girl. Times change,” he shot with a playful wink.
“But you’re a proven star, I’m just an entry level lawyer at the firm,” Emily retorted as they began to walk down the street towards what, in 48 hours, will be Nighttown.
“It’s the most prestigious firm in the city, though. Where do you think I found my lawyer,” Sly pointed out, before adding, “though you know I’d hire you in a second.”
“I don’t mix business and my personal life,” she said simply, sipping her half-caf almond latte. “Besides, I am not in entertainment law.”
“Which, may I add, is a real drag. You’d make such a killing working for actors and musicians. Most of them are so stupid they don’t know how much to pay their lawyers, and often give way too much. It’s ridiculous.”
“Hello, one of the Quartermaine heirs, money is so not an issue,” Emily joked. As she walked with Sly there was a familiar skip in her step. Her life, after recovering from her injury and learning to walk again, was finally on track. She almost everything in Port Charles behind her and had started fresh in New York. So had Lucky and Carly, and she enjoyed their friendship. Sly had become like a brother, always trying to set her up with one Hollywood hunk after another. The only person from Port Charles she kept in touch with was Elizabeth, and she knew her best friend barely spent time in PC to begin with.
“Money is always an issue, Em. Especially when you live in this grand city,” Sly declared, waving his arms wide as he motioned to the fast paced New York city street in front of him.
“If you say so,” Emily smirked as she pulled him away from the curb and his dramatic grandstanding. “It’s so obvious you spent the last six months in LA.”
“What can I say. It’s fun out there, but too fun. New York, it’s got a pulse you can feel—intense,” Sly murmured as he sipped his dark roast coffee.
“How is it being a member of the unemployed?” she teased, knowing he had just finished work on an HBO movie and didn’t have any other roles lined up.
“Hey, are you an undercover reporter for People or something?” Sly challenged. “All these questions—my head is spinning.”
“Ok, ok, Sylvester, answer one question for me.”
Sly eyed her carefully before shrugging his shoulders, relenting.
“In this new HBO movie you just finished, are we going to get to see your ass again?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sly said smoothly.
“That’s why I asked you idiot,” Emily said with a laugh, grabbing his arm playfully as she pulled him down the street.
**
“Honey, I’m home!” Elizabeth declared as she pushed through the door to the house she shared with her sister, her grandparents’ old house. Audrey finally retired and moved to the warmth and luxury of Florida. Elizabeth and Sarah teased their grandmother about doing the “old person thing” of moving to Florida, but they both knew their grandmother was happier their than she had been since Steve passed away. Audrey left the house to her granddaughters, knowing they’d take care of the place better than a random buyer would.
“And so am I,” Sarah noted as she came down the stairs to greet her sister. “I think this is a first. How was . . . where were you this time?”
“Paris,” Elizabeth said with a yawn as she dumped her suitcases on the landing before going to the couch and flopping down. “The show was a total success. I sold two painting and, even better, I met someone in publishing.”
“Finally,” Sarah said giddily as she curled up on the armchair. She had just gotten off her shift at the hospital and had changed into a baggy pair of sweatpants. “Men in publishing are solid, make good money. Congrats!”
“No, no,” Elizabeth groaned. “He’s like 50, Sarah. Besides, it’s not like that. He’s interested in Aiden’s work.”
“God, Lizzie, for once start thinking about yourself. Be selfish, you have my permission,” Sarah told Elizabeth seriously. “You can’t let your only happiness be based on publishing the work of a dead man.”
Elizabeth looked at Sarah in shock before muttering, “Go to hell, Sarah.” She got up and walked towards the stairs.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I swear.”
With a confused grimace, Elizabeth looked at Sarah. “You may not mean it, but I know that’s really what you feel. I’m throwing my life away by trying to fulfill Aiden’s dream. God forbid. Maybe doing something for him actually makes me happy. Did you ever think of that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you have a sense of fulfillment doing this. But, come on, it’s the same thing as with Lucky. You can’t let go of the men you once loved, it’s not healthy.”
“I didn’t expect you to understand, Sarah. It is not as cut and dry as you want to think. Lucky was my first love, he’s probably my soulmate. But things just weren’t the same. You wanted me to get over him, and hey, I sort of did. I fell in love with Aiden. Then he died, I just can’t get over that. I’ve loved exactly two men in my life, and if my still loving them is unhealthy, then, I just guess that’s my curse.”
“Listen, little sis,” Sarah said, grabbing her sister’s arm gently. “I’m sorry, I just worry about you, you know that, right? You have the biggest heart of anyone I know, and it just kills me to see it broken. It is admirable what you are doing for Aiden. I just want you happy, please don’t be mad.”
Elizabeth stared at her sister and shook her head. With a deep sigh she squeezed Sarah’s hand, “I think your biggest problem, Dr. Webber, is that you need to find a man. If you had a love life of your own, you wouldn’t be obsessed with mine.”
“Yeah, I need to rectify that,” Sarah declared as the women both sat down on the living room sofa. “Which is why we have to go to New York today.”
“Excuse me?” Elizabeth asked, completely out of the loop.
Sarah handed Elizabeth the invitation. “Carly’s Manhattan club, it’s opening tomorrow night. The invitations came the day before you left for Paris. I RSVPed for the both of us already.”
“What? Carly’s club? What?”
“I see you are rather tongue tied, we’re going,” Sarah declared with a firm smile. “I am off tomorrow, not even on call. I had the late shift last night, so I have the entire day off for us to go shopping for something to wear, once we get to the city. I’ve already worked things out with Cassadine, he’s going and we’re flying into the city with him.”
“You two have a complicated relationship,” Elizabeth pointed out, referring to her sister’s on again/off again affair with Nikolas. They weren’t a long run type couple, but every so often they’d end up together. It was odd, but they seemed to make the best of it while waiting for their true loves to come along.
“I know. But that’s not the point. We’re going to the big gala opening so I can find Mr. Right, and maybe you can see some of your old friends too.”
“Like who?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I don’t know—everyone that lives in Manhattan. Emily, for one. Jason will probably be there. Gia . . .oh, and, that gorgeous guy you have this major past with. What’s his name?”
Elizabeth smirked, tossing the pillow that had been her lap at Sarah. “Lucky? We’re not friends.”
“Oh, God, you are such a pain,” Sarah boomed, throwing her head back in frustration. “Yeah, you’re not friends, you’ll never be friends. But when was the last time you saw him? Aren’t you just a little curious?”
“Well, sure,” Elizabeth admitted as she stood up and headed to the kitchen, Sarah following. Elizabeth opened the fridge, studying the contents like they held the answers to all her problems. “But that doesn’t mean he wants to see me. Remember, he left me when he came back. He couldn’t handle what I had done.”
“Oh, you know he wants to see you,” Sarah said confidently.
“No, I don’t, Sarah. And neither do you.”
“I say we go no matter what. Two hot, young, successful single women out on the town. If Lucky really didn’t want you there, he would have told Carly not to invite you.”
“You do have a point,” Elizabeth relented, sitting down at the kitchen table. “Fine, we’ll go. But I’m not going to see Lucky. I’m just going because I could use some fun in my life.”
**
Zander wandered into the big club, awed by the size and vibe he was getting from the place. He had been running Carly’s Port Charles club for the last few years and had become a real hit behind the bar. Carly invited him to the party as a guest only but he volunteered to work one of the five bars for part of the night, wanting to experience what it was like bartending for the truly rich and famous. He wanted to star watch, he’d admit it, and if tending bar for the night was a sure fire way for him to get a glimpse of Nicole Kidman or Halle Berry in the flesh, well, then he’d make that sacrifice.
“ZANDER!” came Carly’s booming voice from the second floor. The main entrance and bar sat on the first floor. Directly across from the doors was a gigantic staircase that led to the second and third floors. The second floor wrapped around the first, with a balcony to overlook the bar and dance floor on the first. Carly stood at the second floor railing, leaning over, smiling at her good friend. “Get your ass up here.”
Zander saluted her and dashed up the stairs. Once on the second floor Carly motioned for him to follow her. Behind the second floor’s main bar was a concealed door, which housed Carly’s office.
“Swank place,” Zander said with a smirk. “I mean, it doesn’t measure up to the club we have back home, but it’ll do.”
Carly flinched at the mention of Port Charles being home. It hadn’t been home to her in a long time, she doubted it would ever be home to her again. AJ, who she shared custody of Michael with, lived in Manhattan with his wife, Sonny's half sister Courtney Matthews. Her friends, her work, her life were now in the city. But that wasn’t an issue she wanted to get into right now, especially not with Zander.
“Do you like the decor?” Carly asked nervously. “The club in Miami was kind of flashy and tropical, I wanted to go the other way. You know, very minimalist? Blacks, and whites, silvers and golds. It’s not too far in the other direction, is it?”
Zander, sitting with his feet propped up on Carly’s desk, shrugged and smiled. “I think it looks great. Really modern, yet classic. But hey, I’m just the bartender.”
“I still can’t believe you want to work tonight. The party of the year and you want to tend bar,” Carly said with a shake of the head.
“I have this mental block against parties. It reminds me of my ‘past’ when I was less than reputable. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be there for the dinner part,” Zander said with a wink. He planted his feet back on the ground and stood up. “I’m going to go check out the bars downstairs, and upstairs—hey, question.”
“Fire.”
“Why three floors? Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
Carly just laughed and waved Zander out of her office.
Not a second after Zander left, Carly had another visitor knocking on her door.
“Marco is dead,” she grumbled in reference to her supposed bouncer who was to call her when people arrived to see her. “Come in,” she said harshly.
“My, my, has success caused Miss Benson to become bitter?”
“Jax!” Carly exclaimed as she motioned for him to come in and sit down. “I thought you were in…Milan?” she guessed.
“Close, I was in Amsterdam,” he teased, handing her a tiny box.
“What’s this?” Carly asked as she was about to tear into the wrapping.
“Wait,” Jax held up a hand. “Open it tomorrow before your big night.”
Carly looked at him skeptically. Jax would go on business trips and always bring her back silly little trinkets, things you could buy in gift shops. They weren’t expensive or all that important, it was a joke they shared. Ever since Jax helped her open her first club they had stayed friends, best friends even.
“What’s the angle Jasper Jacks?”
“No angle, I just want you to wait to open it,” Jax noted casually. He clasped his hands behind his head and smiled, “So are you ready for the big time?”
“Big time? Jax, need I remind you that I opened a club in Miami? It’s Club City.”
“Yeah, exactly. People there would go to any new club just because it was new and it was a club. But this is New York, honey, if you can make it here . . .”
“I can make it anywhere, I know. Actually I have a secret.”
Jax leaned forward across the desk waiting for her to divulge. “I’m all ears.”
“I think this is my last club,” Carly whispered. “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m in my thirties and I think I’d like to find a real, lasting boyfriend who I can one day marry. Domesticity doesn’t look too bad right now. My therapist says I am finally ready to jump back into the world of commitment—well, commit to someone who isn’t my moody cousin.”
“Yeah, there is talk that you and Lucky have some weird, kinky set up going on,” Jax said seriously with the slightest hint of teasing.
“This is getting weird so let’s discuss something else, please. Let’s talk about tomorrow—I can use the tension.”
“Do you have a date yet?” Jax asked bluntly. He came to the club to convince Carly to walk in at the opening with him. Every club opening he went to he asked her to allow him to be her escort, but she turned him down each time. That didn’t mean he was going to stop trying. “Do me the honor, Caroline.”
“You think you are smooth, don’t you?” she shot with a raised eye.
“A little,” Jax smirked as he flipped at the collar of his jacket.
“I’d love to walk in on your arm Jax,” she said, figuring he had earned it. Well, maybe not earned it, but he was persistent enough in the past. “Though, you do know this will piss Lucky off because it’ll free him and that means . . .”
**
“Natalie, please!” Lucky said as he shut the door of the dressing room in the Gucci boutique. “I would like some semblance of privacy while in here.”
“Oh, come on, Spencer, grow up,” Natalie Mason scoffed as she leaned against the door and smiled. She was tall, beautiful, the girl next door with the personality of a seductress. She had been trying to get Lucky since they met years ago. But he was having no part in it. The boy, sexy as all can be and even more charming, was like a monk. Carly had filled her in on his history and his one great love, and Natalie empathized, but she still wanted to get in his pants. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
Lucky looked over the door and glared at her, “That was an accident, I don’t want it to happen twice.”
“I liked what I saw, if it matters.”
“Thanks, but I don’t care much.”
“Would you feel better if you saw me naked?” Natalie suggested. Lucky didn’t answer. “Luuucky!” she said in a sing song voice. “How long does it take to put on a suit.”
“Not long, but you keep pestering me. Kind of hard to get anything done with you around, Nat,” Lucky said with a sigh. He opened the door and stepped out. His wore a black, three-button Edwardian cut suit with a black shirt and a royal blue satin tie. “Does this one meet your approval?”
“Very much. Take off the jacket,” she ordered with a serious gaze. “Very nice, take off the tie and unbutton the shirt a bit.”
Lucky was about to do what she said but then stopped and glared. “You’re a relentless . . . and really horny. You need a boyfriend, Nat, bad.”
“I don’t need a boyfriend,” she countered as he went back into the changing booth to get into his street clothes.
“Yes you do, because there is no way you are going to get what you want from me . . . I’m getting this suit, but not the tie.”
“Why do you have to be so stubborn? I think we can be great together . . . and why aren’t you getting the tie? It brings out your eyes.”
Lucky stepped out of the dressing room and handed her the suit to put back on the hangers. “I’m getting the silver one, I like it better. And we’ll be together when hell freezes over. You see, Natalie, I associate you with Carly, and Carly is my cousin—do you see where I’m going?”
“You won’t sleep with me because I make you think about Carly?” Lucky nodded. “That’s insane. I think it is because you aren’t over that Elizabeth chick. And hey, I’m cool with that. But I hate to see you mope around . . . especially since I know she is going to be at the opening tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I figured she’d come. So what?” Lucky asked, trying to remain cool.
“Just, you know, old flames and stuff…I just don’t want you to get hurt if she’s moved on.”
“I’m touched by your concern,” Lucky said as they walked to the check out.
“Do you need anything done to the suit sir?” the man behind the counter asked.
“Nope, it’s good,” Lucky said with a smile. Carly had called the boutique ahead of time and made sure they had suits ready that fit his measurements because she knew he’d never have a suit ready if he had to have it fixed. “Put it on Caroline Corinthos’s account.”
“Why does she still use that scumbag’s name?” Natalie asked with disgust. She had met Sonny only twice but didn’t like him on principle.
“Listen, Nat, I don’t have to worry about Elizabeth moving on, because she already did once. Remember, Aiden? You went to his funeral.”
“Oh yeah, the poet—cute guy, I liked him the one time I met him,” Natalie said with a smile, she had been in Port Charles with Lucky and Natalie the week Aiden died. Lucky felt compelled to go, to show support for Elizabeth, and Natalie went to support him.
“Yeah, so if Elizabeth moves on she’s not moving on from me, she’s moving on from Aiden. I’m in her past.”
Natalie shook her head as they left the shop. “Yeah, but she’s not in yours yet. She’s still very much in your present, Spencer. You have to learn to move on.”
“You’re right, I do.”
Natalie smiled as they got into the limo she took everywhere. “And who better to move on with--.”
“Not you. I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship—or whatever it is,” Lucky said with a smile.
“You are like a brick wall, I swear. You and I? We’d be amazing,” Natalie contended.
“Mm hmm,” Lucky said as he gazed out the window. Something caught his attention and he motioned for the driver to stop.
“Where are you going?” Natalie asked, miffed that he was ditching her.
“An old friend of sorts,” Lucky said with a grin. “Go to the club, tell Carly I’ll be there shortly and that I got a suit.”
“Be my date to the opening?” she asked before he shut the door.
“Hmm,” Lucky hesitated before nodding his head. “But only as friends, Nat. The evening will not end with either of us in any state of undress.”
“You don’t know what you are missing, Spencer,” Natalie said as he shut the door.
Lucky watched the limo pull away before he directed himself to the reason he stopped the limo. He approached a young woman, blonde and cute with a great body. He tapped her on the shoulder. The second she saw who it was, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth.
“This is what I call a sexy surprise,” she purred into his ear.
**
Steven Lars Webber sat at his desk and contently played a game of solitaire. He was one of the most sought after plastic surgeon’s on the East Coast, and one of the richest, so he had the luxury of just doing nothing on a Friday afternoon if the spirit so moved him.
“Dr. Webber!” buzzed his intercom.
“Yes, Mary,” he said with a sigh, turning away from his computer.
“There is a young lady out here to see you.”
“I don’t have any appointments until two, Mary. Tell her to go away, make an appointment like a normal person.”
“Uh, but, Dr. Webber--.”
“Now, Mary,” Steven started, adjusting his tie in frustration. “This is a valuable lesson I’m trying to teach you. Tell the young lady NO. It’ll make you a better person.”
“It’s not business, Dr. Webber,” Mary blurted out over the speaker. “She says it is personal.”
Steven ran his hands through his short blonde hair before snatching a nerf football from his desk. “Fine, send her in. But if this is a con job, I’m going to be pissed.”
A moment later his office door opened.
“It’s you?” he said, shocked, dropping the football to the floor. Before he could say anymore the woman strode up to him, grabbed his tie, and pulled his face to hers for a hungry kiss.
“I like to make you sweat, doctor,” Gia said seductively, pushing Steven backwards onto his desk. “And now I’m going to make you sweat some more.”
**
“I can get used to this,” Sarah said with a sigh as she walked with Nikolas and Liz through JFK. “Private jet, not having to wait for our luggage. Oh, where are we staying?”
“The Waldorf Astoria,” Nikolas said as he glanced at his watch. “I got a suite for you two and a separate room for myself.”
“Always the gentleman,” Elizabeth laughed, touching his arm gently. “So, Prince Cassadine, of all our former circle of friends you are going to run into this weekend, who are you most interested in seeing?”
“Emily,” Nikolas said without hesitation.
The sisters, who were walking on either side of him, exchanged schoolgirl like glances. “Really? Care to tell us--why?” Sarah asked.
“Well, I was hoping to maybe hire her as Cassadine Industries new attorney, that is her field,” Nikolas said, getting punched in the arm by Elizabeth.
“Oh gosh, that’s why you want to see her? For business purposes?”
“For her age, she’s one of the best lawyers I could imagine hiring. Plus, I trust her implicitly,” Nikolas argued with a grin. “And, I hear she’s single.”
Elizabeth and Sarah stopped in their tracks as Nikolas continued walking. “Oh, this weekend has just gotten interesting,” Sarah said with a laugh.
“If history says anything, it’s only begun,” Elizabeth noted, shaking her head happily.
**
Kristina Cassadine sat at her desk, finishing up typing something before heading to her pre-opening interview with Carly. She looked down at her briefcase on the floor. Inside it were a number of large, manila envelopes. She smiled to herself, saved her work, and got up to leave.
She left the building and strode down the street, trying to hail a cab. Unknown to her, she was being watched. Once she got in the cab the man tailing her stepped onto the street and hailed himself a cab.
“Where to?”
“I’ll give you directions,” the man said coldly.
“Hey, buddy, just tell me--.”
“My name isn’t buddy,” Jason told the driver. “And I know a short cut to where I want to go. So just drive and shut your mouth if you want to get paid.”
Jason sat back in his seat and prepared for what was sure to be a crazy couple of days.
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