Her Solution
A. was in the most uncomfortable taxi ride of his life, and that was including the incident with those Simbotic vampires. At least they weren't shunning him like she was. He understood, of course. What had happened was horrible, and A. knew she wasn't keen on talking with the "firefighter" any time soon. Still, he needed her help, whether they liked it or not.
Still, A. had to be impressed with her living conditions. This penthouse* was amazingly beautiful, and he knew it must've cost no small amount; probably more than the entire funding of The Mole. They may have parted on bad terms, but she obviously came out well, at least financially.
A: Come on, don't shut me out like this. We can still get along, can't we?
(silence)
A: I know things are rough between us, but I need your help with-
Her: Of course you need help!
A: Just listen to me, okay? I'm not asking for money. I'm asking for a solution. Help me just this once, and I'm gone. You don't ever have to see me again. Deal?
Her: ...Deal.
Her: So? What do you want?
A: Doo Peas is refusing to support The Mole until it airs. I already talked to Mr. Chase, and he won't help.
Her: I thought you said you weren't asking for money.
A: I'm
not. I'm asking for an idea.
Her: You and your precious ideas again. Remember how well that worked last time, hmm?
A: Don't do that to me. You know what really happened.
Her: Yeah, we all do. I bet you still have the trophies, don't you?
A: Just help me, please. I won't bother you again. I can tell when I'm not welcome.
Her: Took you long enough. Come on upstairs and we'll talk.
Her: When did you learn how to mix drinks?
A: Somewhere between getting a dog and realizing that I look
really good in grey.
Her: Ha-ha. Very funny.
Her: You got it under control, D-
A: Yes, I'm fine! The glass is just a bit slippery, is all.
Her: Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I drink it.
A: Who said
you were drinking it?
Her: HEY! This is my house! I should have the right to-
Her: *laughs* Never mind! You can keep it!
A: Ha-ha.
A: So, are we ready to talk like civilized people, or should we continue to have petty arguments?
Her: Let's just get this over with.
A: If I can just get our contestants together, we could film an episode, air The Mole, and we could get the funding.
Her: So what's the issue? Just get a plane and fly them out. No big deal.
A: But I don't have enough contestants. I've searched all over the country! Searched and searched and searched. Nothing!
Her: Wait, what was that last thing?
A: Roaming the country for contestants?
Her: Yes! All over the
country!A: That's brilliant! And Sstarr mentioned-
Her: We've got it! I'll arrange a flight and we'll fly out! Just stay here, make yourself comfortable.
"Comfortable?" Heh. He knows he won't be comfortable here. This meeting had gone better than he had feared, but not much. There were deep wounds, none of them unjustified. Perhaps they could heal, but it would take a lot of effort. He would have to try, though.
Still, she had agreed to help. She had an excellent idea, a marvelous solution. For someone with such a such short tenure on The Mole, Sstarr Mmcphagall may have been its savior.
*This penthouse was beautifully created by intl_incident, and she has given me permission to use it for this chapter. Her penthouse can be downloaded
here.
