Nancy had to admit that Frank did a really great job. She had sent him out to find a disguise for her and he really pulled through. In fact, he pulled through so well, that she didn't even recognize herself when she looked in the mirror. She was wearing a dark brown wig that was styled in a pixie cut, and he had even found some green color contacts for her. If anyone did happen to recognize her, she would just shrug it off and tell them they were mistaken.

It was the next morning and she was now pushing through the doors of the Saraphina Casino and stopping by the information desk to see how to get to the stage. A middle-aged woman kindly pointed out the way and Nancy was soon at the entrance to Goddess of Dance. She took a deep breath and pushed open the doors and was greeted with the sounds of conversation. No one paid any attention to her as she made her way to the stage.

She was glad that she already had a cover. She was now Stephanie Danes, intern for the show. She could freely investigate and get the dirt on Grayson and no one would be the wiser. To everyone, it would just sound like curiosity what getting the best of her. Her father had pulled some strings and had gotten her the cover that she needed.

Nancy looked around, trying to see if she could spot who was in charge. She was interrupted when a female voice spoke beside her.

"Can I help you with something?" the voice said.

Nancy turned around to see a tall girl with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair and brown eyes smiling at her. "I hope so," Nancy said. "I was told to come and talk to a Mrs. Walsh."

"Oh, you mean Susan," the girl said. "She's right over there. Come on, I'll introduce you."

"Thank you," Nancy said, smiling. "I'm Stephanie Danes, by the way."

The girl smiled at her. "Where are my manners? I'm Amelia Grayson. But I usually go by Mia."

"Grayson?" Nancy asked.

"You know the name?" Mia asked, ruefully.

"So, your father..." Nancy said.

"Is the one and only Stuart Grayson." Mia said, grinning. "I keep hoping we'll get at least one person here who doesn't know who he is."

"Mia, I need you over here!" A woman's voice boomed out.

"And now to meet Susan Walsh," Mia said. "Don't let her intimidate you. She really is a softie; she just likes things done her way."

Nancy nodded and soon they were standing in front of an older woman with silver hair who was elegantly dressed in slacks and a light pink blouse.

"You needed to see me, Susan?" Mia asked.

"Yes," Susan said. "One of the girls is complaining that her costume isn't fitting right."

"Let me guess...Sophia." Mia said, rolling her eyes.

"You've got it." Susan said. She then saw Nancy."Who are you?"

Nancy held out her hand. "Stephanie Danes," she said. "Your new intern."

"Of course!" Susan said, shaking her hand. "Albert told me to expect you."

"I guess I'll go deal with Sophia," Mia said with an annoyed sigh.

"Why don't you take Stephanie with you," Susan said. "Might as well start her off deep."

"I'm up for anything," Nancy said.

"You say that now," Mia said. "Just wait until you meet Sophia."

Mia led her back to the dressing rooms and they were soon greeted by a loud voice.

"Where is Mia?"

Mia pushed open the door to the first dressing room they came to. "I'm right here, Sophia."

"It's about time! I've only been calling you for ten minutes now," Sophia said. She saw Nancy and gave her a disgusted look. "Who's your lap dog today?"

Nancy gave her a sweet smile. "Stephanie Danes–and you are?"

"None of your concern," Sophia said. She turned her attention to Mia. "My dress isn't fitting."

"We'll get it fixed, Sophia." Mia said, calmly. "It's nothing to get worked up about."

"That's easy for you to say." Sophia griped. "You're not the one on stage performing in front of a sold out crowd."

"We'll get it fixed, Sophia." Mia said again. "Just calm down and breathe."

Sophia looked as if she wanted to say something else, but she decided against it. Mia walked out of the dressing room, sighing. Nancy gave Sophia another sweet smile and then followed Mia.

"So, what's the story with Sophia?" Nancy asked.

"Ever since Abby died, Sophia's become the star of the show. And she's let that fact get to her head a bit." Mia explained.

"Abby?" Nancy asked, playing dumb.

"Abby Collins–she was the star of our show until a few days ago." Mia said.

"What happened?" Nancy asked.

Nancy could see a flash of anger appear on Mia's face. "She was murdered–butchered. But, luckily, they caught the bastard that did it."

Nancy tried not to show any emotion as Mia talked. She didn't want to let her know that she really knew about the murder.

"Were you two close?" Nancy asked.

"Best friends since we were five." Mia answered

"I really am sorry," Nancy said.

Mia shrugged. "There's nothing that can be done now." She looked at her watch as her stomach grumbled. "You want to join me for lunch? I haven't eaten since last night, and we could use the time to get to know each other."

"Sure," Nancy said.

Mia led the way to the employees' cafeteria and they each got a garden salad and tea. They sat down at the table and began to eat in silence. Nancy decided to break the silence.

"So, what exactly do you do?" she asked.

"I kind of oversee the show. I make sure that everything goes smoothly so we're not embarrassed." Mia said. "It's a cutthroat business in Vegas and my dad wanted someone he could trust. I had just graduated from college and still wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so he gave the show to me."

"So, how is it, working for your dad?" Nancy asked, taking another bite of salad.

"It's okay," Mia said, shrugging. "We try to avoid each other."

"It must be hard," Nancy said.

"Not really. It's a big casino, so that helps." Mia said. "So, what about you, Stephanie? What's your story?"

"Well, I'm originally from California. I tried my way through Hollywood for a while, doing behind-the-scenes work. I got tired of that, so I decided to try my luck in Vegas for a while." Nancy said.

"Cute how you said the word 'luck'." Mia said. "So, are you involved with anyone? Or am I being too personal?"

"It's okay," Nancy said. She was trying to decide how much truth to tell Mia, so she decided to go half-way. "I'm married–for a year now." She held out her hand for Mia to see her ring.

"Still in the honeymoon stage," Mia said, smiling.

Nancy smiled at her. "Yeah. So what about you?"

"Currently single. Just the way I prefer it right now." Mia said, laughing.

"Mia, honey!" A male voice called from across the cafeteria.

Nancy looked up and instantly regretted it. Stuart Grayson was making his way towards their table.

Mia stood up. "Daddy, hi! What are you doing here?"

Stuart Grayson smiled. "Since when do I need an excuse to see my daughter?" he asked, hugging her.

"It usually means that you want something," Mia said.

Stuart held up his hands. "I want nothing–cross my heart."

"We'll see," Mia said. "Daddy, I'd like you to meet the show's new intern. Stephanie Danes, this is my father, Stuart Grayson."

Nancy held out her hand to Stuart and he shook it firmly. She inwardly cringed when he kept staring at her.

"Have we met?" Stuart asked.

Nancy gave an innocent smile. "I don't think so. Believe me, I would remember if I met you."

"You're probably right. Everyone in Vegas looks the same after a while," he said, smiling.

Nancy nodded and gave a small sigh of relief. She really didn't need Grayson to recognize her–then Joe really would be screwed.

"I hope that you enjoy your experience here," Stuart said. "You have a wonderful leader right here." He put his hands on Mia's shoulders.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Daddy?" Mia asked, blushing.

"Yes, of course I do. Is it really so wrong for me to want to brag about you?" Stuart asked.

"When you do it in front of me, yes it is." Mia said.

"I'm sorry," Stuart said. "Stephanie, it was really nice to meet you."

"You too, sir," Nancy said.

Stuart walked away and Mia gave Nancy an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I really didn't know he would stop by."

"It's okay," Nancy said. "It's obvious that he really loves you."

"Yes, he does." Mia said. "My mom left us when I was eight. So, it's just been the two if us since then."

"I'm sorry," Nancy said.

Mia shrugged. "It's okay. I was better off with him, anyway."

Nancy gave Mia a polite smile. This is going to kill her when she finds out the truth, she thought sadly.

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Carson Drew was really at his wit's end. He had been working all day with the police, trying to find a way out for Joe. And so far, the police weren't being too helpful.

Not that he could really blame them, though. They did have a lot evidence against him, and Carson had none that could clear him. He had to admit that whoever was framing Joe was doing a pretty good job at it.

He walked across the street to the parking garage, where he had parked his rental car. He was just ready to get back to the hotel and take a hot, relaxing shower. He took the elevator to the third level where he had parked and got into his car. He loosened the tie around his neck and started the engine.

Carson was so engrossed with his own thoughts that he didn't hear the roaring of an engine as he backed up. By the time he did hear it, it was too late.

The next thing he knew, a dark blue sedan was barreling at him at top speed.

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"So, have I scared you away yet?" Mia asked Nancy as they walked back to the stage.

"Surprisingly, no." Nancy said, smiling.

"Good. I can't tell you how many interns we lose in the first few hours of them starting," Mia said with a laugh.

Nancy was about to say something else when her cell phone rang. "I'm really sorry," she said. "I thought I had turned this off."

"Oh, it's okay." Mia said, with a wave if her hand. "I have to talk to Susan anyway."

Nancy pressed the "talk" button on her phone. "Hello?"

"Nan, it's me," Frank's anxious voice said.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked.

"Nan, I don't know how to say this, but your father was just in an accident."

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Author's Note: Okay, using my own name as one of her aliases,really cheesy...I know.But, hey, I really like my name and I wanted to see it in a story!As always, let me know what you think! Oh, and I got the category name change! Thank you to everyone who emailed and helped make this possible!