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Amanda sat quietly as she studied Nyx. Amanda had been observing her for nearly an hour. She could not get over how much Nyx reminded her of herself.  She was about her height and weight. It was something about her lips (really the only visible part of her face) but also the way she sat, the way she typed. She seemed too familiar which made her feel even more uncomfortable. Nyx finally looked up, aware that Amanda had been watching her ‘Is there a problem?” Nyx asked in her refined but subtle French accent. Amanda was now embarrassed “No…” and attempted to find something else to occupy her focus away from Nyx. N

 Amanda's apartment was definitely unique compared to most modern 21st century homes. She loved Louis XIV French furniture and had some select pieces thoughout her home. She also loved impressionist paintings. She owned original Chagall, Picasso, a Matisse and had several fine hand painted reproductions of Monet, Manet, Van Gogh and Renoir. All hung with extreme care. Amanda had been up for an hour and had just finished showering and she was drying her hair. She turned off the instant dry as she thought she heard something… "Amanda?…" Someone was calling in a low voice. The voice was coming from her guest bathroom down the hall

Summer Ryhme, at 30, had risen quickly within Edward Land's inner circle to become one of his closest confidantes. She was also rumored to be his lover. Edward had promoted her to his Chief of Staff as soon as his candidacy was official. She was extremely capable and equally beautiful with long blonde flowing hair and beautiful sparking brown eyes. She watched Edward from a distance as he emerged from a small sitting room adjacent to the Grand Ballroom. She also perceived a dark shadowy figure leaving the room as well. "Eris... I knew it" she spoke with a tone of disdain. Summer bristled in anger and frustration as she tried to follow Eris' m

  Amanda entered the cab and sat down and made herself comfortable as the wing door closed silently above her. The car inquired, speaking French "Destination?" Amanda rubbed her face with her hands then replied in French “Take me to Le Ritz, Paris”. She rolled down the window and waved at Michael as her taxi pulled away. She leaned back into the seat and sighed. She paused for a moment then spoke  again in French ‘Car, new destination. Please take me to Trouville” and she sat back again. The car responded, continuing in French “New destination acknowledged“ “The fare will require an advance deposit o

Amanda had arrived from Paris as scheduled. It was now Saturday evening, 7:45pm and she was heading to meet Jules for dinner. Amanda's Pocket cab moved quietly and swiftly through the streets of uptown Manhattan. She had dressed for a night on the town but now circumstances had changed. Amanda allowed her mind to wander for a moment as she attempted to find something, anything to occupy her troubled thoughts. She carelessly read the window decal placed in all autonomous cabs and buses. "POCT" she read to herself. She continued to read the line directly beneath it "Public Option for City Transportation' Vehicle code 5.30.04cab. This was the of

Amanda could hear the crowd roar as she pulled the large doors closed behind her creating an uncomfortable silence in the private hallway. She closed her eyes, paused, took a deep breath and then began to walk down the corridor. Michael Tuteur walked into the open far end of the hall and patiently waited to greet her. Amanda could only see a shadowy profile of a person back-lit from the afternoon sun. She squinted to attempt make out who it was as the figure was clearly and intentionally waiting for her. As she continued to approach him she could finally recognize a familiar face. She spoke out with a tone of happiness and surprise "Michael?