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Chapter Seven

Jason hadn't slept all night. He tried to call Brenda multiple times but kept getting her answering machine right away, meaning she turned her phone off. He went back to her hotel room and knocked for fifteen minutes without any noise from the other side. For a moment he thought of breaking the door down or picking the lock just to make sure. Carly would have really wanted answers if he did that.

Instead he waited and hoped that maybe she would actually return one of his phone calls for the first time in her life.

He was in the middle of another game of pool and had lost count on how many beers he'd had when Spinelli and Lulu came through the door.

"Hey Stone Cold, you'll never believe what we found."

"I found," Lulu correct before she flipped through the pages of a tabloid magazine and handed it over to Jason.

He glanced at it before returning to his game, making no comment.

"It says here that Brenda is attending New York Fashion Week, starting today. That means she's still in New York, just not in Port Charles."

Jason stopped his game and looked between the two teenagers before taking another drink of his beer.

"Why do you need to find her so bad?" Lulu asked. "It doesn't seem like you two like each other very much."

"Brenda is a force of nature, but something's going on and she's not saying anything," Jason said. "Spinelli, find out what hotel she's staying at."

He nodded and went straight to his computer and began typing.

Jason's phone beeped. He opened it up to see a text message waiting for him.

The model will be a very special treat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut and nearly through his phone across the room.

"Call me when you have an answer. I'm going to New York," Jason said before walking out the front door and slamming it shut. He needed to get there sooner than later.

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Brenda plastered on a smile and entered the backstage party to begin fashion week. She managed to convince Brady to hang out somewhere else and that if she needed anything she promised to call. Hopefully that wasn't the case but she sensed him everywhere she went so she knew he was nearby.

She talked to every designer, promised to think about all the offers they threw at her, but that they would have to contact her manager before any decisions were made. After a few glasses of champagne she started to forget the recent fight she'd had less than 24 hours ago and even the fact that Sonny had probably told Carly, who told Jax, or someone else, that she had been in town. Jason had only left her fifteen messages in a variety of flavors. Demanding, asking, threatening, breathing. If she didn't know better, she thought Jason was close to begging, but she needed to figure some things out first. The last thing she wanted was to have every single person in Port Charles breathing down her neck. Once she came up with her own plan, then maybe she'd tell them.

But until then, Jason stayed in the dark.