"Remember Jessica Farrell."
"Jessica Farrell." Eric shook his head. "Nothing."
"Come on, E. Jessica. Cheerleader. Flaming red hair. Big chest."
"Only red head with a big chest I remember was the top of the pyramid."
"That's Jessica." Vince laughed as they walked down the hall.
"Her name wasn't Jessica. It was Jody."
"You sure?"
"Positive. She sat next to me in Geometry class. Game days I would knock my pencil off my desk so she'd pick it up."
"And you'd look down her top. That's horrible."
"I was fifteen and horny. What's horrible is all I ever got was a look."
Eric opened his locker to a buzzing noise. He pulled out his phone, hissing as he looked at the display.
"Her again?"
"Fifteen calls. You'd think after fifteen calls she'd figure out that I don't want to talk to her." Eric pulled off his robe and quickly pulled on his clothes.
"You know, E, the point of treating you to a massage was to get you to relax. You look more stressed than ever."
"I'm not stressed. I'm annoyed."
"Any more annoyed and you'll give yourself an ulcer." Vince shook his head. "Call Ari. Have him tell her to back off. That there's nothing we have to say to her."
"You're right. I'll call him right" Eric's phone rang. He flipped it open. "Ari, I was just about to call you."
"Good. Cause I have something I want you to do."
"Sure. What's up?"
"Take Dana Gordon's call."
"Ari, Gordon sat there while her boss lied to our faces. Vince wants nothing to do with her or her boss."
"Trust me, Eric. You will want to take her call."
"Why is that?"
"Cause her boss is gone."
"What?"
"Alan Grey is gone. Kaput. Fired. Dana is in charge of Aquaman and she wants to apologize to Vince and to you for everything."
"You shitting me?"
"Nope. E she's about to call you again. For me, pick up the phone and hear her out. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll hear her out."