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By pressing her ear against the door to her cell, Christrose could barely make out a few words. Something about violins. Does DB Corps now sell instruments? she wondered, Or are they discussing me? I didn't think my playing was so loud...

She strained to hear more. Who was this person inquiring about her?
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((I'll try to get on later to post; sorry about it all -.-))

"Please, young lady," Steven chided, "This is a professional office, not some playground. And how sure are you that you heard a violin?" And I certainly don't want the dolt playing at all, tsk. I'll have to move her...that might be against company policy, but dire times call for dire measures...but...where would I move her?
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Sounds familiar... Cristrose mused. catching glimpses of Danica's stentorian speech. She picked up her violin again and listened to hear the song playing. If the person outside could hear her playing, Steven would be mad, but it might mean rescue. She picked a piece from her book that conflicted with the song, tuned, and played, as loudly as she could.
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Peony nodded. "She's in one of the holding cells at the DB Corp headquarters. It's not open to the public but Mr. Corbolo, who's courting my mom, allows me to bring her some extra food or treats sometime. There's a secret path from his office to the holding cells or something."

She beamed. "A rescue attempt! Brilliant!"

((@Mirelstorm--I don't think you left a million plotholes...why?))

Pretending he was filing papers, Steven turned and grimaced. What is the matter with that idiot girl? This one is already bothering me enough; I don't need another bother.

"I assure you I do not hear any instrument other than the ones playing over the radio," he said to Danica, turning around with his best professional smile plastered on his face.

He sighed when he saw she was persistent. And they DO need the memories...technically it's against policy to transfer memories without expressed approval...but maybe these people could help me convince Tiffany...

"Fine, fine. I accede that the original is here. But it is against company policy for all but the double to visit the held originals. I also cannot authorize the transfer of memories without the client's expressed approval."

He pulled a thoughtful look--those acting classes had been helpful, it turned out--and finally said. "The client has not decided about this matter. Between you and me, I am trying to persuade her to make a decision quickly. Perhaps you could help me?"
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Christrose stopped playing after two songs, and listened to see if she could catch what they were saying. Suddenly a thought plagued her--she couldn't go back home. Even if Danica could spring her from the holding cell, the police could easily find her and re-arrest her. That would mean trouble not only for her, but for her mom and Peony.

Never mind. I will think about what to do after I'm free...after I'm free.
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"Should we get back to the Corporation then?" Peony asked, standing up. "I could tell Rose to be ready at least? Or something?"

"Spectacular," Steven pronounced and beamed in return. "She works at the Cafe Reon; do you know where that is?"

I don't really care about you or your friend, little girl. I just want you out. Do you really have to wait for her?

((Silver of Ink hasn't been online for a while :/))

((Yea sad Hopefully everything's fine.))

"Actually," Steven said, looking at the clock with a frustrated expression, "I don't get out for another few hours. What about you go first? Then I could reinforce the idea when I see her later tonight."

He smiled as politely as he could, but his thoughts burned with impatience. Just..say yes, and then get out!

((Definitely smile ))

Steven smiled and offered her the phone with a "Do you need the cafe's number? Or her cell phone?" He looked briefly in his briefcase and pulled out a business card for the Cafe Reon and slid it across the table to Danica, curing the girl in his mind.
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Christrose thought she heard someone coming and gathered her few belongings so she could easily grab them if need be--her violin, a blanket, a pillow, her journal and a few books. She organized them all and set them on the uncomfortable plank that served as her bed before pressing her ear against the wall to listen again.

(Sorry, this is kind of late notice: Silver Ink's been having internet issues lately, so she probably won't be around soon to post.)

Lewis returned from his short coffee break and checked in with the receptionist. After learning that one of the visitors were still in, and Steven hadn't yet finished the meeting, he irritatedly gave the poor woman a spiteful glare, turned on his heel, and started for Steven's office. He didn't bother to knock on the door this time, wresting it open with the contempt of a spoiled brat.

"Steven. Didn't I tell you that we have to meet with customers in the afternoon? Whatever you're dilly-dallying with, hurry up. They're waiting. I'm waiting." Tapping his fingers on his crossed arms, Lewis stood by the door and fixed his employee with an expectant look.