>>18954084She's about to walk past him toward her car, when he stops her.
"Wait!" He reaches into a pocket and withdraws a crumpled piece of paper with the name 'Alphonso Q' and a phone number scribbled on it. "Here's my card if ...uhh you ever want to answer some of my questions."
Cassie looks at the pitiful 'card' then at the reporter. Young. Full of energy. Eager to please. The sort to do as told without question. And... kind of cute. Exactly her type. Someone like him could be both useful and a fun diversion.
She smiles. "Alphonso Q, huh? Tell you what, Al. It's your lucky day. Come see me at Club Xtacy tonight, I'll give my people your name. I'll allow you to ask me a few questions during which I'll announce my entry to the B1, and after you find relevance by being the one to deliver that scoop, you'll thank me by publishing positive articles about me and my club. I could use the good press to counter all the talk about Obsidian Rush coming from Club Xtacy. Which is a false rumour, of course. Understand?"
Alphonso nods eagerly. "Absolutely!"
Cassie smiles. "Great. I'll see you later."
