Nancy's POV
I kept pondering whether I should go or not. Was it a trap? Was Lillian planning on killing me? And if she was, would I be able to escape, trap her, and call the police? I couldn't think of any way to. She called me on the same day I received the bomb warning. It wasn't unlikely she was. Let's say it was a trap. What would happen if I didn't show up? Would she realize I wasn't coming and head straight to the apartment to kill me? Did she have a copy of the keys? This all happened on the same day I accused Lillian of sending Rick the poisoned chocolates. It made sense that she thought I was onto her. If she hadn't called I wouldn't be onto her. How ironic.
From everything that happened so far today, along with the fact that I found evidence pointing to Lillian for the nasty poem, there was no reason to think it wasn't her. Maybe it was time to just go back to River Heights like Lillian said in her threat. The police weren't the sharpest tools in the shed and probably wouldn't get what I was trying to say. As much as it pains me to say, either way Rick's doom would surely be sealed, so why not just leave so at least my life wouldn't be in danger? I didn't see any way I could possibly escape whatever murder attempt Lillian had in store for me.
Then, it hit me. I could tell Dwayne and have him come in early, hide somewhere, and then when she tries to kill me, Dwayne would come out and attack her. She would never see him coming.
Dwayne's POV
I snuck into the studio during the day. I felt that my threat that said "If you won't be mine, you won't be anybody's" really did a good job of describing how I felt. You see, the truth is, my hatred for Rick was all an act. Ever since he left me all I wanted was for him to come back. But it wasn't that simple. He had no reason to come back to me. I couldn't beg him to come back until he gave in. He wasn't going to regret getting a new agent and come back. When Nancy said "You're Rick Arlen's agent?" I knew she was going to immediately figure out that I sent Rick the lipstick note so I had to say something quick. I made up this story that I hated Rick just because if he hadn't joined my agency in the first place, the majority of my clients wouldn't have left. I called Mattie and filled her in on how I lied to Nancy because I knew Nancy would tell her that she was surprised by my hatred for Rick. But I didn't hate Rick. I made lots of money off of him and would have still been broke now even if I had all my other clients. I had finally come up with a plan. I opened Rick's door a crack and threw in a sleeping gas grenade. Rick turned and got up off of his chair, then curiously walked towards the grenade. The grenade released the sleeping gas and Rick started to look sleepy. Rick fell asleep and started snoring. Then I opened the door and walked over to him.
"Sweet dreams, Rick," I said with a smirk. I lifted him and carried him out of the room. I carried him out of the studio. I walked over to my car and loaded him in the back. I then closed the back of the car door, went to the door where the driver's seat was, opened it, and went inside. I started to drive back to the building where my office was.
