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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1500629" data-attributes="member: 118">Hightower Convention Center, Downtown, Coast CityApril 1619:48The dinner, typical banquet fare, is winding down.&nbsp; Steven has spent much of it listening to the lady sitting on his left - wife of a mayoral staffer - who happens to have attended one of Steven's seminars in the recent past.&nbsp; She is enamoured with him and seems intent on sharing every intimate detail of how his words of wisdom have changed her life.&nbsp; Her husband winces in sympathy and Maggie conceals her amusement by chatting with the banking VP sitting on her right.During the meal, Steven had noted that Sandra Poynter was sitting one table over from his own.&nbsp; Echoes of her tale still resonated with him.&nbsp; Every now and then, Sandra would look up and catch him staring at her.&nbsp; She always just smiled and returned to her food or her table conversation.Now, as the waitstaff busies themselves removing dirty plates, Steven again glaces her way.&nbsp; She is holding her head, sweat breaking out upon her brow.&nbsp; By his estimation, she looks ill.&nbsp; One of the other guests sitting by her side leans over to see if she is okay.&nbsp; She opens her eyes, and Faturius can read her lips:&nbsp; &quot;I'm fine.&nbsp; Just a bit warm.&quot;The lady sitting beside Steven gets to a particularly important part of her story and grabs him by the wrist, snapping his attention away from Sandra.&nbsp; When he gets a polite moment to look back at her, he finds that she is across the room chatting with one of her staffers.&nbsp; The staffer nods and leaves the ballroom.&nbsp; Sandra turns and walks up to Steven, looking much better now.&nbsp; &quot;Dr. Faturius,&quot; she says, &quot;you'll be on in about fifteen minutes.&nbsp; I'll give a short introduction and then the stage is yours.&nbsp; Don't run too long or I'll have to get one of those long, hooked canes to pull you off.&quot;&nbsp; This last she says with a wry smile.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 1500629, member: 118"] Hightower Convention Center, Downtown, Coast City April 16 19:48 The dinner, typical banquet fare, is winding down. Steven has spent much of it listening to the lady sitting on his left - wife of a mayoral staffer - who happens to have attended one of Steven's seminars in the recent past. She is enamoured with him and seems intent on sharing every intimate detail of how his words of wisdom have changed her life. Her husband winces in sympathy and Maggie conceals her amusement by chatting with the banking VP sitting on her right. During the meal, Steven had noted that Sandra Poynter was sitting one table over from his own. Echoes of her tale still resonated with him. Every now and then, Sandra would look up and catch him staring at her. She always just smiled and returned to her food or her table conversation. Now, as the waitstaff busies themselves removing dirty plates, Steven again glaces her way. She is holding her head, sweat breaking out upon her brow. By his estimation, she looks ill. One of the other guests sitting by her side leans over to see if she is okay. She opens her eyes, and Faturius can read her lips: "I'm fine. Just a bit warm." The lady sitting beside Steven gets to a particularly important part of her story and grabs him by the wrist, snapping his attention away from Sandra. When he gets a polite moment to look back at her, he finds that she is across the room chatting with one of her staffers. The staffer nods and leaves the ballroom. Sandra turns and walks up to Steven, looking much better now. "Dr. Faturius," she says, "you'll be on in about fifteen minutes. I'll give a short introduction and then the stage is yours. Don't run too long or I'll have to get one of those long, hooked canes to pull you off." This last she says with a wry smile. [/QUOTE]

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