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Epilogue
Jackson and Lisa came back down the elevator to find an even more chaotic lobby. It seemed that the entire floor beneath the ballroom had rushed madly downstairs and away from the sound of gunshots. Lisa was forced to rush off to help Cynthia, security was herded up to the ballroom and the remains of room 613, and Jackson found himself being led into the Conference room.
O'Hannessy stepped up to him and shook his hand. Jackson stared at him in a bewildered way.
"Hello, Jackson Rippner. I would like to personally thank you for not blowing up my room."
"You're welcome…?" Jackson waited to be told he was going to be arrested, taken to court, something equally wonderful. Instead O'Hannessy sat down at one of the tables and proceeded to tell Jackson exactly what he had already told Lisa. When he had finished, Jackson simply stared at him. And then he said bitterly, "Well, there's no company behind me now. Feel free to arrest me."
O'Hannessy laughed. "Well, Mr. Rippner--"
"It's Montgomery."
"Mr. Montgomery, I think that I may have a difficult time liking you after what you've done, but considering that there is no company behind you, and you are fairly responsible for that fact, I think I can find it in myself to… ahm… let you go. Besides, I rather like Miss Reisart."
Jackson blinked, relief wavering slightly to confusion. "What?"
O'Hannessy just winked at him.
Lisa slumped against the reception desk. Cynthia sent her a weary look. "Do you think that's finally the last of them?" she managed to laugh.
Lisa rolled her eyes. "My God, I think we made it."
Cynthia laughed and gave her a high five. "Oh, I completely forgot to tell you this! This guy came in earlier and he was looking for you, I didn't get his name but—Oh wait, I think that's him right there...!"
Lisa turned and smiled at her, a happy, joyful smile that Cynthia hadn't remembered seeing in the longest amount of time, and she said, "That's Jackson." Cynthia's mouth dropped open in theatrical shock, and Lisa stepped out from behind the desk. "I think I'm gonna go home now, Cynthia."
"You had better tell me everything later," Cynthia hissed at her as she walked away. Lisa turned around and threw one last happy look at her before Jackson's arm wrapped around her waist and they walked out of the Luxe Atlantic. They just reached Lisa's car when she stopped.
"I don't have my keys!" Lisa cried. "I don't even have my purse! That Sev guy took them!"
Jackson just looked at her. And then he laughed, and pulled her away from the car. "It's three a.m. I'm sure the police will find your purse in his room somewhere, but not anytime soon…" He pulled her after him and towards the main road by the hotel. "Taxi!" He waved his hand in the air as a cab appeared in the distance.
Lisa and Jackson stepped into the cab, she directed it to her house, and then, nearly asleep, she stumbled up the front steps. "I wish I had my keys," she grumbled, and Jackson laughed. She bent and shuffled around under the mat for a moment before finding the spare key. Once inside, Lisa slumped against Jackson and he wrapped a sleepy arm around her shoulders.
"Is it finally over?" she asked tiredly.
"I think it is," he said. And then his eyes twinkled in the dark of the house. "Leese, you're not going to make me sleep on the couch, are you?"
"Jackson… I'm too tired."
"I'm not."
And one very long kiss later, Lisa realized that she really wasn't that tired…
The End
Alright, so that is it! Please please tell me if I left anything out, or you didn't like the ending, or you're confused... (I'm so worried I missed something!) Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, I appreciated them so much.
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