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 Stage left: the [[Negotiator]] cuts a track through the hullaballoo. And then sees her. Hullaba-hell''oooo''.
-The counter scene is chaos. His bar presence is zilch. All the same he catches her eye — ''just''. There’s a flicker and its gone. She looks down. She looks away. She flushes red. ''There'': she steals another look through that tumbling fringe. ''This'' is the moment.
+The counter scene is chaos. His bar presence is zilch. All the same he catches her eye — ''just''. There’s a flicker and its gone. She looks down. She looks away. She flushes red. ''There'': she steals another look through that tumbling fringe. The Negotiator knows it: ''this'' is the moment.
-He rams a [[Cayman Island rum cake|Tortuga chaser]]. That bad boy gives him wings. He sidles up.
+He rams a [[Cayman Island rum cake|Tortuga chaser]]. That bad boy gives him wings. He rocks up. “Is this guy boring you?”
-She blows her fringe. She contrives boredom. “You ''[[Following business day convention|following]]'' me, youngster?”
+The stares straight at him. “Not yet.”
-He cracks out ol’ *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.”
+She blows her fringe. She contrives boredom. “Weren’t you in the [[day count fraction]] break-out session?”
-She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]'' me?”
+The Negotiator grins. “Actually, —”
-He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first.”
+“You’re a funny guy. Are you ''[[Following business day convention|following]]'' me?”
+He cracks out ol’ *innocent face*.
+She looks him up and down. She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]'' me?”
+He shrugs. “I figured you’d wind up here, so I just made sure I got here first.”
 So, you were, ahhh — [[Modified following business day convention|''modified'' following]] me?”
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 He spits his drink. She pops an olive. The zydeco wails. They get ''close''.
-She’s nervous. She bites her lip. She looks about. She ''gasps'' – clocks something, some''one'', over her shoulder. She leans in. She whispers in his ear – her lips touch his lobe.
+She’s nervous. She bites her lip. She looks about. She ''gasps'' – clocks something, some''one'', over her shoulder. She leans in. She whispers in his ear – her lips touch his lobe. It’s ''hot''.
-He wants to explode.
+“Have you got something for me, big boy?”
-“Have you got something for me, big boy?”
+He whispers back. His lips touch ''her'' lobe. It’s ''infernal''.
-He whispers back. His lips touch ''her'' lobe. “Well do you want something?”
+“Well do you want something?”
-“Oh, honey, I’ll take ''anything''. No questions asked.” She runs a finger down his gilet.
+“Honey, I’ll take ''anything''. No questions asked.” She runs a finger down his gilet.
 “Anything?”
-She takes a step back. “Come find me. Come find ''yourself''.”
+She takes a step back. That half-cocked smile. “Come find me. Come find ''yourself''.”
 “When?”
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 “End of the month. For ''business''.”
-“End of month — ?” The Negotiator glanced at the Rolodex on his wrist: a Perpetual Oyster “Datejust” — top of the range.
+“End of month — ?” The Negotiator glanced at his wrist: a Rolodex Perpetual. Top of the range.
 “Nice piece.”
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 She leans in close. Her breath is hot. “Work it out, big boy.”
-His professional circuits click in fast. It’s the thirtieth. It’s month-end proximate. ''Tomorrow is Saturday''. He tips the ambiguity right off the bat. “Wait: [[Following business day convention|Following]] or [[Modified Following business day convention|Modified Following]]?”
+His professional circuits click in fast. It’s the thirtieth: month-end proximate. ''Tomorrow is Saturday''. He tips the ambiguity right off the bat. “Wait: [[Following business day convention|Following]] or [[Modified Following business day convention|Modified Following]]?”
 “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?”
+As she floats away she tosses something. The Negotiator snatches it. It’s a room-key. Punched into the plastic: ''HACIENDA 547''.
+He turns to look but the ocean’s closing up.
+“Wait – what’s your name?”
+But she is ''gone''.
+Through the chatter, a frail, tight-point whisper, 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]].”
+He says it to himself: “''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 [[Process agent|agent]].”