Your serious? I really need a disclaimer? Wow. If you honestly thought I owned the 39 clues, you may be crazy. Right Dan?
DAN: Hee-ya! (smashes into a tree.)
ME: Ok… Moving on!
Ian swiftly hopped out of his limousine and glanced around the setting. He was early. Amy and Fiske were to be here in twenty minutes. As he looked casually to the east, a group of young women stared at Ian as if he were a glamorous ray of sunlight. He carelessly skipped over them, looking for Amy. When he glanced back at the women, he felt shocked to actually recognize one of them. Charlotte, naturally, had to be there.
He quickly slinked to another section, to his relief was farther away from her and had a better view of the road.
Twenty minutes later, Ian recognized Amy's copper hair. He followed her, keeping a good twenty or thirty meters behind her. She stopped in a shadowed corner, keeping a low profile Ian watched the seen unfold silently.
"You wanted to see me Fiske?" Amy whispered to the elderly man.
"Yes my, dear. I had some things to tell you." He said sounding restrained.
"Ok…"
"You remember the Clue hunt? And you remember whom you called… 'The Man In Black'?"
"How do you–" Amy began.
" Amy, please–" Fiske tried.
"No, wait a minute. How do you know all of this? You knew about–"
"Amy, just hold on for a–"
"– Nataylia, too. How are you getting this information, Fiskey?" She hissed softly, using the nickname Dan had given him. Just to annoy him, but they still used it.
"Amy." He said looking at the ground. "I was the Man In Black."
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"Wh-why didn't you t-tell us bef-fore." She whispered.
"We decided it was better to wait." Fiske said quietly.
"Who's we?!" Amy silently screamed. "Who else was in on this?"
"McIntyre."
"McIntyre's been dead for years. Fiske? You had years to tell us. Why?"
He said nothing.
"N-never mind. I can't believe–" She shook her head. "Fine. Just fine."
Amy turned on her heal and sped walked away, crying, trying to find a cab.
Dan Cahill, super-awesome-ninja-in-training, was "practicing" in his "studio" when he got the call.
"Someone had better be dead, or I'm gonna kill you." He yelled. No one messed up his training course. No one.
"D-d-dan? Is that y-y-you?"
"Wow. Amy what's wrong?"
"F-F-fisk l-lied. H-h-he w-w-was the Man in Black."
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"That changes things doesn't it?"
Amy didn't say anything at all.
Natalie Kabra was through. All this work for years to try and make Ian happy, and Natalie could finally see the light.
There truly was only one person that could make Ian happy.
That person was Amy Cahill.
And now she had gotten Ian competition and a love-sick girl who would kill anyone in her way. Kill. Really. She'd done it before and she could easily do it again. Realizing this horrific fact, Natalie quickly tracked down Amy's cell phone number, and dialed it.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Natalie held her breath as Amy answered the phone.
"Hello?" Someone answered in a really dull voice.
"Hello Amy, it's Natalie Kabra. I hope your day has been pleasant?"
There was a pause.
"W-w-what do you want?" She asked in a very small voice.
"Oh, I just wanted to know how you have been in the last few years and such."
"R-right."
"No really. Have you seen Ian yet? He's been dying to–" Natalie was cut off by someone knocking on her door. "Uh… just a moment please!" I'll be right there!"
"What? What's he been dying to do?" She asked.
"Oh, Amy? Why can everyone see it but you?"
"See what?"
"Well? Do me a favor? Can I meet you tomorrow for lunch and try to settle things out?"
Anther pause.
"Alright Natalie. Where?" Amy said.
"How about," Natalie thought about this. A place Ian would never go, as with Charlotte, Teddy, or Victoria.
Victoria. That could be a problem.
"Natalie?"
"Oh! Yes! Sorry? Oh, um? How about… my place!" Natalie exclaimed. No one ever visited her. I mean, except the cleaners, waxers, lawn mower men, dusters, cooks, tailors, and guests for parties. But that wasn't that many people, correct?
"Alright… I'm going to need a address…"
"Right um,"
BAM BAM BAM!
"JUST A MOMNET!" Natalie yelled at the door.
Natalie quickly told her the address.
"See you then!" Natalie said cheerfully.
Natalie stormed over to the door to find a tear stained Victoria.
"Oh… um…" Natalie began. " Victoria?"
Victoria sniffled.
"I talked to the therapist you told me to talk to. He asked me, 'Victoria, do you truly believe this Ian Kabra ever actually loved you'. And Natalie, I want to know what you think now"
Natalie said nothing.
"He didn't? Did he? Never?'
"I'm sure he liked you Victoria," Natalie tried.
"Please don't lie. I've had enough people lying to me." She whispered.
" He probably never loved you Victoria. I'm sorry."
Victoria sniffled again. "I probably should have known. Well, I'm moving to Paris soon. It was nice knowing you."
Natalie watched Victoria leave. The ding of the elevator doors brought her back to reality.
Natalie glanced at her calendar. Just one week to the ball.
Just one week.
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