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Sam POV

"So what do you think, Sam?" Quorra asked as she spun around once and gave me one of her dazzling smiles. "I think it might be too much, it is just a formal dinner. I'm still not good at picking out outfits for special occasions," she told me with a worried gaze.

She was wearing a deep red dress that had a frilled halter top design. The fabric stopped at her thighs and dipped in towards her chest.

"No, no, you look great," I told her as I fixed my tie and she threw a black dress sweater over her slim frame.

She sighed as she bent over to put on a pair of stiletto ankle boots. "I didn't ask how I looked, Sam Flynn," she told me as she rolled her eyes. "I asked if it was too much for a formal dinner," she prodded on as she stood back up, now three and a half inches taller than she was a few seconds ago.

"It's just fine for a formal dinner, you did fine in picking it out," I promised her as I walked past her and squeezed her shoulders. "And I really like it when you wear red," I said with a glance back at her. "Very sexy."

She gave me a grateful look and then a small laugh. "I need to get my ears pierced, although I have heard that it hurts," she said as she touched her ear with her fingers. "There are so many different earrings out there," she murmured as she put the necklace that I got her for Christmas around her neck.

"You know what I think?" I asked her as I combed through my hair quickly and then walked over to her, standing only a few inches taller than her now. "Women worry about their appearance too much. I guess that fact doesn't change no matter where you're from," I said with another laugh. "You look beautiful and very professional, stop worrying," I told her as I helped her fasten on a bracelet that she wasn't even close to getting on because of her broken wrist.

I had taken her to the doctors' office yesterday after our trip to the beach so she could get a splint or a cast. Her doctor put her in a small hand cast that was hot pink and we were to return about four weeks later to have the cast cut off. Quorra didn't like the sound of that, but after a few minutes of reassuring her in the car on the way back to the hotel, she grouchily accepted it.

Quorra grabbed her clutch purse and stood near the door as I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and neared her. Marvin was laying on the carpet near the window, looking like he was sleeping but I could see his beady little eyes lazily staring at the two of us. I turned to Quorra and took her hand into mine. "Ready? You can always stay here if you'd like to," I told her sincerely as I brushed my fingers against her cheek.

"No, I'm ready," she answered as she leaned into my hand for a moment before pulling back. "I haven't been to ENCOM in a while and I'm pretty sure that there's suspicion about it," she murmured as I opened the door and closed it behind the two of us.

I rolled my eyes. "None of that matters, let them think what they want," I said as we walked down the hallway. "And anyways, you're allowed time off. All jobs have paid off days, or most of them," I told her as I pressed the button to the elevator and it opened immediately.

"Oh, no," Quorra mumbled as the elevator door closed. "I left my phone," she said as she looked through her clutch purse to check and see if it was there. She had gotten a new phone yesterday as well since her previous one had been shattered.

I shrugged. "It's alright; we're both going to the same place. It doesn't matter for now," I told her as we rode the elevator down to the lobby and had one of the ballet drivers pull up our car. I opened the door to the passenger side and Quorra got in quickly, shutting the door behind as I walked around the car and got into the drivers' seat.

"Sam," Quorra murmured as we drove out of the parking lot and onto one of the main streets. "Can we get a kitten?" she asked me as she looked out the window.

I frowned but I couldn't help the smile that was pursed on my lips. "Why do you want a cat?" I asked her in amusement. "A few months ago, you said that they were very mean creatures," I reminded her with a snicker.

"I said a kitten, Sam Flynn," she chided as she looked over at me. "I said it right, didn't I? A baby cat is a kitten?" she asked and I nodded at her. "They are so cute! I want one," she said simply. "Can we get one when we move into the apartment next week?" she asked me and I could see the small pout playing on her lips.

"Well, you seriously have the pouting thing down," I said as I gripped my hands tighter on the steering wheel. "I don't think I could ever say no to a face like that."

"That's biased though, isn't it?" she asked me as she reached behind her to grab the iPad that was in the seat pocket. "I've read about it in books and seen it in movies. You only can't say no to me because you love me so very much and don't' want to upset me, right?" she inquired as she flipped through the pages of applications and settled for the Amazon reading application. "So you would be biased because someone else may tell me no to things like that," she finished with a grin.

"Sure, I guess I'm biased then," I admitted as we continued to ride along in the car. "But who wants to see such an adorable face so sad?" I asked her as I looked over at her.

"Well…what if I asked you to… get me my own motorcycle?" she asked me with a grin. "A fast one, like on the Grid."

I laughed at her for a moment. "I would think about that one. Honestly, motorcycles are pretty dangerous, and the thought of you riding that fast on one makes me nervous," I answered. "Physics and gravity don't work the same here," I said to her. "You could get seriously hurt if you were in an accident."

"I know it's different here," she told me with a roll to her eyes. "But what if I promised to be careful, like I am with the Ducati," she tried as she looked out the window again. "And I'll always wear a helmet."

"I already make you wear a helmet," I reminded her. "If you want something fast, we can get you a sports car, a Porsche or something," I said. "I would feel a little bit better," I mumbled as I sped up a bit to go through a light before it turned red.

"So is it the job of the boyfriend to be overly protective of their girlfriend?" Quorra asked me in an accusing tone.

"No…" I grumbled. "Well, I guess the good boyfriends worry about their girlfriends, but you're a special case," I reminded her. "It's kind of rare for people like you to be walking the earth," I chuckled.

"Biases," she chirped and tapped her index finger on the window. "How fast do sports cars go?" she asked me curiously.

"I hope you won't turn into an adrenaline junkie," I said with a frown as I glanced over at her. "And pretty fast, a lot faster than the Ducati goes," I replied.

Her eyes sparked then and a grin crossed her face. "Oh, then I will settle for a sports car then," she told me as she sat up again and looked over at me. "And the kitten," she added triumphantly.

"What will you do with the kitten when it becomes a cat?" I asked her with a large smug expression.

She frowned then. "Oh, no…" she whispered as she ran her fingers through her perfect black hair. "But I just want a kitten…" she mumbled as she looked down at her iPad again and started purchasing a few stories so she could read. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed as she set the iPad aside when she was finished with it. "When it becomes a cat, we can send it to a family that likes cats instead of kittens," she announced with a smile. "And then we can get another kitten," she went on with a nod.

I burst into laughter at her remark. "When most people get a pet, they keep it. You probably won't even notice the difference in the cat as it ages because if you get the right one, you'll love it," I told her. "Yes, we can get a kitten but trust me, you won't want to give it away," I said. "And anyways, you better hope that Marvin doesn't eat your kitten," I teased gently as I picked her hand up for a moment and squeezed it gently.

"Marvin wouldn't do that," she cried and I watched as her face fell.

"I'm kidding, Quorra," I laughed as I turned into the parking lot of the restaurant where we would be dining tonight. "Marvin is usually pretty good with other animals," I reassured her.

"Not funny, Sam Flynn," she told me with a sniff.

I parked and then turned off the car, unbuckling my seat belt as I did so. I leaned over and kissed Quorra gently before pulling away. "It was just a little joke," I said softly before getting out the car and walking over to the passenger side. Quorra got out and shut the door behind her, walking up to me. "So beautiful," I murmured as I looped an arm around her waist. She leaned into me a bit as we walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

We walked inside and were escorted to our table. A few members of the board were already here, some with their wives, and others alone. Alan and Lora were here, as well the treasure and his wife. Ed Dillinger Jr. was here with what seemed to be a date, and the two co-vice presidents were here as well.

Quorra and I took our seats and were greeted almost immediately. "I almost thought you weren't going to show," Alan told me in a quiet tone as he gave me an almost stern look.

"Ah, what a surprise," Ed Dillinger Jr. murmured towards us. "I didn't think she was going to show up," he murmured as he gave the two of us a sultry smile. "I'm glad you could make it," he said with a nod before turning to the girl at his side and starting a conversation with her.

The waiter came over to us. "What would you like to drink?" he asked us.

I nodded for Quorra to go ahead and she looked up at the man. "Water, please," she murmured as he handed her a menu and she looked at the cover.

"Water for me too, please, and can you open a bottle of Chardonnay for the table?" I inquired as the waiter handed me a menu as well.

"Of course," he told me before leaving, heading towards the back of the restaurant.

The rest of the board seemed to file in at once in the next two minutes. The waiter came back with our waters and got everyone else their drinks before bringing out the wine.

The girl that sat next to Dillinger got up and excused herself, looking a bit embarrassed for whatever reason. She left and a few of us looked on in confusion as the girl we didn't know left the room.

The waiter came back to our table then to place filled wine glasses in front of us. Two other waiters followed behind him, one with more filled wine glasses, and the other with two opened bottles of the white wine. The last waiter set the bottles down in the center of the table as the first waiter gave Quorra a glass, then me, then Lora, Alan, and lastly Ed Dillinger Jr. I watched as the second waiter put the rest of the filled glasses out.

We waited for the girl to return before we toasted and then all sipped at the white wine. "This one actually tastes good, "she told me with a small giggle before taking another sip and placing it down on the table.

"Yeah, Chardonnay is good, I like it too," I replied with a soft smile at her pretty face. "Have you decided what you want?" I asked her as I let my hand fall onto her leg and rub it gently before pulling back.

She sighed. "I may stick to something I'm used to," she told me with a shrug. "This is still…" she trailed off as she looked at me for a brief moment. I knew what she meant immediately and squeezed her hand.

I looked up from her gaze to see Ed Dillinger Jr. looking at her with a strange face. His eyes were slightly narrowed and he looked confused. I know that he hadn't heard what Quorra and I had just said because we were talking quietly, or at least, that's what I thought. He looked bothered though, as if he weren't even listening to what we had said, which was a good thing.

He noticed my gaze on him and then turned his eyes from hers, looking at a painting up against the wall to the side of the large dining room. Quorra took another large sip of wine before closing her menu booklet. "I know what I want," she told me with a small smile. "I want…" she trailed off then and I watched in confusion as her face contorted into something, pain maybe? She concealed it well though if it was because the smile remained on her face. "The fettuccini Alfredo," she said with a smile. "My favorite."

"I should have guessed," I chuckled softly before turning to look at Alan. "Thanks for everything this week, Alan. I hope that I can get my shit together by Monday," I told him honestly.

He nodded at me. "It's alright. You do what you have to do," he said simply. "But if you could come by our apartment after dinner…" he trailed off as he gave me a meaningful look and glanced at the beautiful Iso that sat beside me. "I have something to give the two of you and I forgot to bring it," he went on. "Old age," he commented a bit louder as he turned away to smile slightly at the small crowd of people around us. I nodded at him and looked up again

Dillinger was staring straight at Quorra again and I was starting to get irritated. I didn't understand the look that he was giving her. It wasn't a lustful look. He looked perplexed, unsure, and a little worried for some reason. "Is something wrong?" I asked him, directing my gaze fully on him.

He shook his head at me and looked away from her for the second time. I took Quorra's hand underneath the table, rubbing my thumb against the back of her hand gently.

The waiter, David, came back with the appetizers and one by one, the table started to take turns in picking what they wanted. Quorra grabbed a piece of bread from the basket in front of her and halfheartedly ate it. I looked over at her to see that her face had gone a little bit pale and she had her arm pressed up against her stomach.

I leaned over towards her. "Are you alright?" I asked her softly. She nodded at me barely but for some reason, I could tell that she was lying to me. Her face was set and she wasn't moving. "Quorra, what's the matter?" I whispered in her ear.

She took in a deep, staggering breath, as if she was having trouble breathing. "I don't know…" she said almost incoherently. "I…"

I frowned as she clutched her stomach and yanked her hand away from mine to grasp at her forehead. "Quorra, if you're not feeling well, we can go home," I murmured to her. "There will be plenty of dinner socials for us to attend," I reminded her, my voice starting to rise with worry.

"No…I'm fine," she said as she looked up at me. "It'll pass," she promised me softly.

Our conversation had gathered a few worried looks and concerned expressions. "Sam, she doesn't look well," one of the co-vice presidents, Ralph, commented with a troubled look in her direction.

"She doesn't look it, but is she pregnant?" one of the wives sitting diagonal to Quorra asked curiously. "It could be morning sickness," she told me with a frown.

"What…?" Quorra asked as she looked up at me in utter confusion.

"No, she isn't pregnant," I answered with a shake to my head. Quorra took another breath and I saw some of the color come back to her face.

I placed my hand on her thigh and tried to calm her. The small audience went back to their own conversations once Quorra took another bite of the bread on her plate. "What was that?" I asked her gently.

"Gosh, I feel…" she breathed as she looked down into her lap and shook her head slowly. "Sam, what's going on?" she whispered as she let out a shaky breath.

I frowned at her, concern falling over my features immediately. "Maybe we should go home," I told her softly. "You may just need some sleep."

She shook her head at me and put on a strange face. "I can suck it up," she told me as she brushed her left hand against mine.

I almost jumped at the feel of her hand, how incredibly cold it was. I looked down to see a slight hint of discoloration in her fingers and palm. I grabbed her hand and she let out a small yelp with the way I jostled her arm.

"Are we interrupting something?" a voice questioned from across from the two of us and I looked up to see Ed Dillinger Jr. looking at the two of us with a baffling expression. His date had left the table again and now he had directed his attention on us.

"No, )-"

"I'll be back in a minute," she breathed in my direction before standing up. She looked like she was going to collapse as she stood, as if she couldn't carry her own weight. She pressed her hand to her side and all but staggered out of the room as I looked on with anxiety.

I turned back to the table after a few seconds and noticed a few of the board members staring at me while others tried to ignore what had just happened. I sighed, trying to jump into a conversation to keep my mind off of Quorra until she returned to me.

But I couldn't.

A couple minutes passed and I started to worry even more. Was she alright?

I looked over at Alan to see him staring at me. He gave me a look before placing a hand on Lora's shoulder. She stood and exited the room as the young lady that was sitting next to Dillinger came to take her seat again.

Alan and I shared a worried look before turning back to the crowd of people. I was about to address them all but then I heard Lora's distressed voice.

"Alan! Sam!" she said in a rushed tone, causing everyone to turn and face her. She was standing in the walkway and her face was terrified. I stood at once, following her as she disappeared again. Alan was right on my heels and we came to a halt at the door to the women's restroom.

Alan pushed past the door and I followed him, my eyes immediately dropping to the ground as I noticed a heap sprawled out on the floor in front of me.

Quorra was on the bathroom floor seemingly unconscious with a pool of vomit pooled about a foot away from her. Her face had gone completely pale and it looked as if she was barely breathing. Her eyes seemed to stare past me, staring at nothing.

"Lora, call an ambulance!" Alan instructed in a calm voice as the both of us knelt down at her side. Lora left the bathroom at once as Alan started checking for a pulse in Quorra's neck. "She has a pulse but it's too slow. Elevate her head," Alan instructed as he took off his dress coat and messily folded it to stuff it underneath her head.

"What's going on?" I asked impatiently as I fixed the jacket so it helped prop her head up a bit. The bathroom door flung open then, causing me to turn my attention on who had just walked in.

Lora came through the door first, followed by what looked like the manager of the restaurant. He was clad in a formal suit and was maybe in his mid-thirties. "Ten minutes, what's wrong with her?" Lora asked in a quivering voice as she went to kneel by Quorra's head.

A struggled gasp kept me from answering Lora's question. I looked down to see Quorra trying to breathe in. She let out a scared whimper and moved one of her shaky hands to her throat, clutching at it furiously. "Stop moving," Alan said as he pulled her hand away from her neck and placed it back on the ground. "Keep her from moving," he told Lora and I as he looked down at her.

"Is there anything I can do?" the manager asked from where he stood from in the doorway still.

"Find someone trained in CPR," Alan replied as he placed his hand on Quorra's chest. "Her breathing is slowing."

"I'm certified," the man said at once and Alan beckoned for him to kneel beside him.

Quorra whimpered again but after a second, it turned into a gurgle. I listened in horror as she started to choke on whatever was in her lungs. Her body shook a couple of times before she went still again. "Alan, do something!" I shouted at him as I shook her still body.

"Turn her on her side," the manager instructed and I immediately started to jostle her body. "Gently!" he put in, helping me push her over.

Quorra made a hiccupping noise, followed by a gag and then she vomited again. She tried to move her arms but I placed my hands over them to restrain her. "Sam...this-hurts!" she cried in a broken and barely audible voice. Color had returned to her face a little bit, light pink flushes building on her cheeks. She gagged once more before her body stilled and she fell into silence again.

"What's going on with her?" I asked anxiously as I pressed my warm hand to her incredibly cold forehead.

"I'm not sure, Sam, but-"

Alan was cut off as the manager cut in.

"Sir, I think she's been poisoned."

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