"Woah" Theo mused as he pulled in at the entrance.
"As expected of a gala— shit ton of reporters"
"A bunch of clowns" Marie scoffed, turning her face away from the window.
"It must be tough being famous" Theo laughed, looking at them through the mirror,
"What's up, Boss?"
Trent snapped back to reality, looking around.
He'd been thinking about how to reel Montclair and Theron in.
"Business stuff" he turned to Marie,
"You should get your game straight— Those guys are waiting for us to step out" she replied, turning to the reporters that surrounded the car.
"Time to earn my keep" Theo mused, stepping out to where Marie sat,
He pushed the Reporters back and opened the door,
"Here you go..." He stretched his hand,
The reporters swarmed back as they stepped out of the car.
"Mr. Ackerman..."
"Trent..."
"Miss Morlov..."
"Mr. and Mrs.---"
"Mission complete" Ave cut in,
"Centient— Sell. 8am"
That's one great bait secured.
