Jason Willington is still sitting without motion, now in Hillary's
office back in Models, Inc., after the police inquest. He has been in that
state for at least an hour now.
He does not appear to be depressed, but rather annoyed by the
whole incident.
"It doesn't seem real to me," spoken Jason softly, "so what's
going to happen to me now?"
"According to your family solicitor you are to take over the
business, and since you're fully qualified, and that your parents -- well
now, *YOU* -- have the majority of the shares, the board's willing to take
that as a final deecision."
"But Aunt Hillary... I don't want to be the head of my parent's
company... and I don't want all that money they've left me, either. I'm
sure I can find enough for myself, if I look for a new job."
"Well, then, why not join Models, Inc. and we can work as a team."
"But... I"
"I now officially invite you, Jason Willington, to be the
Vice-President of Models, Inc."
It appears that Hillary's willing to force him into the decision,
by any means.
"Okay. I'll give it a shot. I'll ring my solicitors right away."
"Wait!" said Hillary, yelling acorss the room. "I... have
a better
idea".
"Giving up on the million dollar job?" thought Hillary to herself.
"Don't DARE think about it."
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 09
Winner and Loser
"You're joking, right?" asked Julie, laughing all the way into
the
conference room.
"I'm serious!" said Linda, rushing Julie into the room.
"A new vice-president? Hillary's God-son?"
"For now. I've heard that she's considering an adoption." Sarah
interrupted as she stepped into the room.
"So what's meeting all about? Just to tell us that?"
"SILENCE NOW" announced Hillary, now with Jason sitting next to
her, surprisingly not embarassed by the girls.
"Gee he's cute", said Sarah, "and look at those..."
"Shut up" said Cyn, annoyed that she's reminded of Brian again.
But to be truthful to herself, she hasn't seen a good looking young male
like that for a while...
Memo to Lt. Soto
From: Evidence custory division
Subject: Body armor, property of Internation Defense Industry
Regret to inform you that this piece of evidence has been stolen by
means unknown. The locker it was in was opened this morning and
all that was remaining was some metal dust. There are no signs of
force entry to the locker and the lock was not picked.
Attorney for IDI is raising holy hell over the loss of their trade
secret.
Investigation into theft will continue, but there are no leads.
"Is there a Mrs. Louder here?" said a man in a deep voice, at
the
check in of a hotel having just arrived in a bright red sports car.
"Waiting for you sir," said the receptionist. "Here's the
number
of the room."
"Thank you." said the man dressed in a deep green suit, walked
away, looking around as if looking for something else.
-----
Knock Knock.
"Adam?" Grayson's voice appeared from within the room, attracting
people passing-by in the corridor.
"Honey it's me." answered the man.
-----
"So I hope it's good news for me" said Grayson.
"Everything has been carried out according to the plan. All we
need now is further instructions."
"Very good, James."
-----
"Jon, do you know anything about the anonymous note on my desk?"
asked Grayson on the phone. "Check it out for me then."
...Anonymous suggestion to Grayson: A Halloween party done in cohorts to
promote the company and 'other affairs'...
"Also, check our for me a "Phatasy, Inc." I think something's
going on."
...Memo to Hillary rerouted to Grayson's desk: It is time for the annual
payment of fees and reincorporation of Phatasy, Inc.. Due to the finiacial
problems of the last year, this is no longer being handled automatically;
your direct approval and appriopriation of funds is required...
"So she invited us all to a Halloween party? And we get to pick
our own costume too?" asked Linda back in the beach house, having not
attend the meeting in the morning.
"Yes. And do you believe it, Hillary's got herself a new son now,
Jason - you should have seen him - he's just g..."
"It seems that you can remember nothing else other than Jason.
Just be quiet for while. Cally is moving in with us too." said Julie.
"Oh that's great! Haven been shot at I think she needs a rest."
said Linda.
"They're having a party, at the beach house, on Halloween."
Jason's on the phone, in his new office in Models, Inc.
"That's right. And DON'T MISS. I'll send you the photo later."
commanded Jaason.
"Good night, Sir."
THE END OF RP.09 "Winner and Loser"
Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Bryan P. Vincent <bvincent@nwlink.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by Douglas Fairbanks, WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.
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