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“Nice piece.”
“Nice piece.”


Today was the 30th. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”


She leaned in close. Her breath was hot. “Work it out, big boy.”
She leans in close. Her breath is hot. “Work it out, big boy.”


His professional circuits clicked in fast. Tomorrow was Saturday. It was the thirtieth. It was month-end proximate. He tipped the ambiguity right off the bat. “Wait: Following or Modified Following?”
His professional circuits click in fast. Tomorrow is Saturday. It is the thirtieth. It is  month-end proximate. He tips the ambiguity right off the bat. “Wait: Following or Modified Following?”


“I like the way you’re thinking,” she said, and drifted away, on the raging current of sales bullshittery and lofted canapés.  “Actually –”
“I like the way you’re thinking,” she says, and winks, and drifts away, on the raging current of sales bullshittery and lofted canapés.  “Actually –”


“I – Actually? But wait – what’s your name?”
“I – Actually? But wait – what’s your name?”


As she floats away she tosses something. The Negotiator snatches it. It’s a room-key. There is a number punched into the plastic. HACIENDA 547. He turns to look at her but she has floated further. The ocean closes up, and she is gone. Through the chatter, there is a tight-point whisper, and it hits him broadside: “I’m [[Marissa Planasset|Marissa]].”
As she floats away she tosses something. The Negotiator snatches it. It’s a room-key. There is a number punched into the plastic. HACIENDA 547. He turns to look at her but she is further downstream. The ocean closes up, and she is gone. Through the chatter, there is a tight-point whisper, and it hits him broadside: “I’m [[Marissa Planasset|Marissa]].”


A Bus-boy rocks by with bacon-wrapped scallops in newsprint party hats. He leans in casually, as he goes. “Careful with her, sir: She’s an agent.”
A Bus-boy rocks by with bacon-wrapped scallops in newsprint party hats. He leans in casually, as he goes. “Careful with her, sir: She’s an agent.”