Maggie and Thomas had landed at Playa Des Losers a few days ago, which caused a lot of unrest for the other contestants. Everyone knew about Thomas now, not only because they were watching the show when he revealed his intentions, but because Alexis and Nicolás both spilled the beans about it to everyone. Maggie let him out of his bindings soon after they landed, taking him to a room in the building that no one had access to except for her. Oddly enough, he hadn't tried to attack anyone since landing. Well, except for Flint, who had yet to arrive. He seemed eager to hurt Flint. Some people thought it was worrisome, and that he was plotting something, but he insisted it was simply because he wasn't being payed to do it, so why waste the effort. As the two stayed in their room together, Maggie pulled up a massive map on a screen in said room, snickering as she looked at it.
"What's that?" Thomas asked, narrowing his eyes. "Olympus? That media company?"
"Yes, darling!" Maggie cheered, sitting next to him on the rather large bed. "It is indeed."
"Why are we looking at this right now?"
"Because, my love, I've found something that may help you with your work."
"But I was fired. I'm certain I won't be able to get another job like that now."
"That's true, but luckily, your girlfriend has connections."
"Still not a couple, Maggie. We barely know each other."
"Correction, you barely know me."
"Okay, fine. That aside, what do you mean by connections."
"Have you perhaps heard of "Father Time?"
"Father...Time? I mean, in mythology, yeah."
"Of course, it figures that you wouldn't know about them. It's a business, so to speak."
"A business? What sort are we talking?"
"A type of business that you're all too familiar with, dear."
"You mean-"
"Shhh! Cameras and microphones could catch what you say!"
"...Okay, what about this "Father Time" is so special?"
"My associates tell me that there are some open opportunities for people like you, they had expressed interest in you for a little while."
"How do they know about me?"
"Let's just say that your special someone recommended you for a job."
"...That kind of job?"
"Mhm!"
"Maggie, that's- I mean-"
"They want you in on it, too! And I assure you, this job is exactly something you would want."
Maggie flicked a small card over to Thomas, who caught it and read it carefully. She watched as he read, a grin growing across her face as his eyes widened at the opportunity.
"You did that for me?"
"Obviously!"
"Why?"
"Because I love you, silly!"
Thomas looked down at his hands before clenching them into fists and starting to laugh once again, just as maniacally as he had several times on the station.
"Oh, I love that laugh of yours, sweetheart!"
"This is wonderful, Maggie!"
"You can also call me 'Mags,' or something, if you want," Maggie said, shifting her tired eyes and blushing.
"After this...I just might."