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[Amigo]

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[luvinmychickens]

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[Fierlin1182]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I can pay for your weight-loss diets after all that popcorn though

I work all day Saturday, it's actually rare I have enough of a break to come online right now. I'll have more of the story tomorrow, seeing as I only work until lunchtime

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

ray's two cents :

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I can pay for your weight-loss diets after all that popcorn though

I work all day Saturday, it's actually rare I have enough of a break to come online right now. I'll have more of the story tomorrow, seeing as I only work until lunchtime

 

[Fierlin1182]

Oh, all right, I've got a couple of minutes.

Let's see... I forgot to bring my storyline plan. Yikes. I guess I'll just wing it for now...

Six months later
Stacey walked out from a building painted in a shade of pastel pink. Y. H. Young Rehabilitation Centre said a sign in cursive font on the wall. Stacey herself was decked out in a white sundress and straw hat, and Carson barely recognised her as the same person.

"Wow, look at you."
"I'm looking." Stacey glanced down at the dress. "Gee, I feel stupid in this thing."
"Take it off then."
"For you? No way."

Carson looked slightly confused.
"What?"
There was a pause.
Carson giggled nervously. "I thought you meant the brooch."
Stacey had barely noticed the brooch. It was a gold coin with a lily blossom carved into it.

"Solid gold."
"I can't believe you didn't sell that."
"Neither can I. But it was from my first husband. Lovely man."
"What went wrong?"
They began walking towards his car.
Stacey rolled her eyes. "Men don't like women who have power, I suppose."
"Then he was never much of a lover to begin with."

A small plane flew overhead, spluttering noisily on its biofuel. Something lost in Stacey's memory suddenly wormed its way up to the front of her brain...
"I suppose your business with UAL had to go on hold for a while," she smirked.

Carson laughed. "It could wait. It's not like that airline's going anyway with Sheila Smith at the helm."
They both laughed this time. Stacey was feeling better already. She liked Carson a lot... but she could never trust another man again. She had sworn that to herself months ago.

 

[Fierlin1182]

Shrugging off the feeling that she might be getting too close to yet another organism with a Y-chromosome, Stacey pulled out the old copy of the Financial Review.

"You kept that?!" Carson said incredulously.
"Most of it is pretty relevant, if you discount the oil price."
"I see. Yes, that's risen to about $900."
"You still suspect Smith and her crew?"
"Yes."

They hopped into Carson's car, a neat little hybrid.
"Investment bankers are rich, eh?"
"Rich in material goods, poor in interesting things to say. You know how it goes. XYZ this, XYZ that..."
"...Now you know your ABCs, next time sing them backwards please."
"Exactly."

News radio came to life as Carson started the engine.
"And we bring you this breaking news from the southern United States, where a UAL airliner has crash landed after anengine failure, killing three and injuring hundreds of others. There are worries on whether the quality of crude oil being produced right now is really worthy of sky-high prices..."

Carson looked at Stacey expectantly.
Stacey looked back. "You going to say something?"
Carson did not, as Stacey was hoping, roll his eyes.

 

[Fierlin1182]

The next day, Carson was sipping his coffee in front of the TV in his large-ish house (nothing compared to Stacey's ex-mansion, however) and watching Weekend Sunrise.

Sheila Smith, the CEO of UAL, has reacted to the tragic crash of one of her planes yesterday by firing six hundred staff to conserve costs as the entire fleet is grounded. Survivors are doing well in hospital, and a memorial of flowers has been laid already to acknowledge the three who were killed.

Footage on the screen appeared of a large area of flowers near the airport terminal where the plane had skidded off the end of the runway. Carson blinked. He was a sucker for these kinds of things. "How touching."

For some reason, he immediately thought of Stacey, who was renting a small room nearby while she found her feet, but he quickly pushed that thought away.

There is massive controversy in regards to the way Smith handled the accident.
Sheila was pictured with a grim, hard look on her face addressing the American poublic and urging them not to worry. "UAL should be back in the air in no time," she said firmly, smiling like she didn't mean it.

She looks tired, Carson thought. Oh, but what am I doing feeling sorry for that cold-hearted woman?
He shook his head and sipped some more of his coffee.

 

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