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The floo power took Amanda right to the area that she wanted to go. She met her father at the entrance and exchanged greetings. Her Father, tall about 5'8 and in his forty made the arrangements for Amanda to replace the injured runner. After this was done her father wished her good luck and sent her to the stand underneath the metal bleacher where the spectators would watch today's event thought the street's of London on a I-max screen near by. Today, all the roads were shut down for this major event.

At the booth Amanda received her jersey with her number on it, 13. "Great the number 13 my favorite number." She said happy to her self as she entered the starting gate. "Hum this might be like ski racing, only there are more people in your way." Amanda thought to herself as she scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Then she reminded herself that she was in England and not at home. But one jersey stood out from all the other, her father's rival company Parker was competing in the race today as well. She looked at the young man that was wearing the jersey and this face was one that she was familiar with. Scot Parker, the owner of Parker Co. son.

"Well hello Amanda." Scot said in a sinister voice as he tried to sneak up on Amanda.

"Well, well, if it's is not my old friends Scot." Amanda said sarcastically "I can't even escape you in England,"

"Charmed as always." Scot said as he took Amanda into his own and placed it to his lips.

"Not on your life," Amanda responded as she quickly took her had far way from his.

" Ohh dear, I see that your ankle muscles were not built for running," Scot said faking his sorrow.

"Shut up Scot, other wise I will give you something else to worry about beside you pathetic company!" Amanda concurred angrily.

"Let's make a wager shall we to prove once and for all that you know nothing about Parker or any other business for that matter!" Scot face turned an angry read as he uttered his words aloud.

"Go kiss a pine cone for all I care! I really don't want or need any advice especially if it is from you."

"I bet that I can beat you in this race! Weakling!"

"Weakling yourself, your body lacks muscle and your skin has not seen the sun in years."

"Neither has yours, you are as pale as Carrie!" He shouted above the crowd

"I wear sunscreen thank you very much!" Amanda said as she turned around to see that everyone was staring at the two youngest CEO's in the United States.

"Care to take me on the wager?" He said sly as he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

"At what cost and what terms?" Amanda replied defensively,

"The terms are on the race, who ever reaches the finish line first wins."

"On what condition?" Amanda said trying to regain her patience,

"Pride.bragging rights etc."

"Fine, you have a deal." Amanda said calmly placing her hand out to shake his.

"No way, you can get out of a hand shake too easy now a days. Just sigh here." He said placing the paper in front of her face.

"Nun uh, I know what you can do with one signature, nope," Amanda said regaining her control. "Besides, I'm a Girl Scout what can go wrong?"

"With you everything is wrong, fine," He said disappointedly extending his hand to meet hers.

Amanda gave Scot a firm handshake and then the warning bell rang altering everyone to the start of the race. Amanda was ready, although he was right about her ankles though, she did not care. The starting bell rang with a bring.

"See ya at the finish line!" Amanda said as she ran past the crowd knowing that would give her all.

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