>>18232032Nikki's CGI scam was one aspect of a much greater plan, Amy had made a little money in the past ghost-producing songs for record labels on her laptop, the work was fun but generally not lucrative however ten months ago unbeknownst to Amy one of her tracks had accidentally been used in a fast food commercial that had aired on prime time television ten times a night for twelve consecutive weeks, not owning a TV Amy had been unaware of this fact until she had received an email from the record labels parent company requesting her current address so she could be mailed a royalty cheque. A week later she held a grovelling letter of apology from the record labels CEO in one hand and a generous settlement cheque of three hundred and ninety-two thousand dollars in the other - an amount so staggeringly confusing and gratuitous that it could only be interpreted as a bribe to prevent her from suing the label for breaching the terms of her contract.
With profits and morale way up Amy now had a space to do what she loved and help the people she cares about. CGI'ing Nikki Kade into fake hospital wards may be morally sketchy, but as long as no actual kids are being let down it's no big deal, right? It's just entertainment. If Tweetstagram is any indication most of the marks who follow the product can hardly tell fiction from reality anyway, so who cares?
Amy sat down in a chair and reclined back, admiring the fruits of her labour and pondering the next big event on the calendar.
Hanging from a door is a outfit fresh from the drycleaners, black and white and immaculately pressed.
>"Ah, yes, it's almost time for that." 