[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Claire McManus[/color][/h1][IMG]https://media.giphy.com/media/E9z4yfo1pR0A/giphy.gif[/IMG]
[b]Location:[/b] Paris
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Mr. Lewis
[b]Date:[/b] March 15th
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	For Claire the flight was long but it wasn't too bad. She danced, drank a bit and slept a lot. Before she knew it, they had touched down at the International Airport in Paris and the plane taxied to a private hanger; the rest of the incoming winners planes falling in line behind hers.

	The plane pulled into the hanger by itself, with the others waiting in line outside. The door opened and the pilot wished her well as she stepped out. Looking around she noted the stretch limo and an older gentleman stepping out dressed in jeans, a blazer and button down shirt.

	"Greetings Miss McManus!" he said joyfully as she stepped down the stairs. Claire perked a brow, it was Mr. Lewis. Someone she of course had never met before but had seen in the tabloids. So he was the one funding this? Curiouser and curiouser.

	[color=82ca9d]"Yo!"[/color] she said stepping over to him, skipping slightly as she shook his hand as it was offered to her. 

	"Well aren't you a firecracker you Irish Rose you," he laughed, shaking her hand jovially. "Welcome to Paris!"

	[color=82ca9d]"Ay, glad to be here, thanks for the lift, really posh stuff,"[/color] she laughed.

	"Glad you enjoyed, nothing but the best for my winners. My I do love that South Boston accent of yours. Low brow but tons of fun," he said as the plane taxied out and the next one pulled in. "Ready to meet your fellow winners?"

	[color=82ca9d]"Damn Skippy! You?"[/color] she answered excitedly. Mr. Lewis chuckled and nodded as he took the young woman's arm.

	"Damn Skippy indeed."

*[color=ed1c24]You have arrived, each plane will taxi in and you'll unload to meet Mr. Lewis, whom I control, and those that have disembarked by now.[/color]