[b][i]Delilah Rould[/b][/i]

[b]The Beacon – [/b][i]7:05 am-[/i] UHF Banking Tower

Delilah shook Edward MacArthur’s hand, his grip like his exterior… quick, formal, and aggressive. She kept her professional closed lip smile, nodding as he spoke. She didn’t dare interject for delaying him from his daily routine which she had a feeling this meeting was interrupting. She scanned the bio Mr. MacArthur sent, if you could call it that. She wanted to sigh, knowing this would be a lot of work, but at the same time he was at least giving her plenty of room for interpretation which was a lot nicer than ‘I want this this and this for this price. Just do it’. [b]“I can do a good time, Mr. MacArthur… a birthday party like no other,”[/b] she reassured him with a convincing wide smile and nod.[b] “My general fee is a little less than what I’m quoting you, but I think you’re wanting something more than a general party for your son,” [/b]she said, messaging him a rather high quote… a proverbial take it or leave it note across the table.

[b]“I have one question of my own though,”[/b] she interjected to cut whatever reaction he might have to her price. [b]“Do you want me to contact Richard during the planning of this party or make it a surprise? Also shall I get him to the party?”[/b] she asked, opening a note in her vision and recording information. 21st birthday party. Richard MacArthur and friends. Night on the town. Captain of Graviskate team. Needs break from University… and probably father. 

[b][i]Edward MacArthur[/b][/i] – [i]7:08 am[/i] – UHF Banking Tower

Edward MacArthur grumbled under his breath, glancing continually to the time in the corner of his vision. He didn’t have time to argue numbers. “Fine,” he said, suspecting Delilah might be taking advantage of the fact that he was obviously wealthy, but he didn’t come to this little face-to-face meeting to walk away without someone planning this party. “And no, it should be a surprise. Get him there and his friends. If they find out along the way it’s to his party I could care less, but what the evening will consist of should feel like unplanned fun.” He took a step backwards. “I’ll be forwarding you the money this afternoon to get everything in order. Our meeting must be cut short. Good bye Miss Rould. Don’t disappoint me,” he said firmly with a nod.

[i][b]Delilah Rould[/b] [/i]– [i]7:10 am[/i] – UHF Banking Tower

Delilah nodded in return, continuing to add notes before turning back to traffic and waving for another transport craft. She chewed her lip, a bad habit her mother always said, as her head swirled with ideas. First she would book the VIP box for the Graviskate finals tonight. Then make sure Richard MacArthur and guests were on the entrance list to the newest club in town, Heat. Create a tab at the club for any drinks, food, damage to property. She would call in one of her friends, Helga Malone, who would give her a deal on being Richard’s date for the party. Helga was one of the most renowned models in Byzantium, and Delilah had asked her on more than one occasion for this type of favor. Helga usually obliged, liking the good press that came about when photographers wondered “Who is Helga Malone’s new arm candy?” and plastered it on front pages. She would have to book a stretch HUV (hover utility vehicle) for them to make their entrance to each place, and book ad time of some of the flashing signs around Downtown with Richard’s name on them to flash as they drove by. She’d order some of the latest outfits and have them in the HUV in case he and his friends wanted to change for the party, and of course a ride with a hot tub and stocked with alcohol and food. She would also have to book a hotel for the after party and make sure they got a whole floor to themselves at least.

[b]Greater Downtown[/b]- [i]7:35 am[/i] – Outside the Graviskate arena

By the time Delilah had thought all this through, the car she was in had stopped in Downtown and she was on her mission to get these things put in motion. She knew if she called some places would answer and some wouldn’t. One of her famous tactics was to stand outside a business, call and ask for something, and if ignored or told no, she marched inside right after and got it done in person. Her first place of business? The Graviskate center. She stood outside and scrolled through faces in her vision until she got to Hector Yates, owner of the arena and usually the one to sit in the center VIP box. Delilah called him and luckily he answered.

[b]“Hector?” [/b]she spoke, having a habit of pressing two of her fingers just under her ear when talking into the air while on a call. 

“Yes Delilah?” the man asked tentatively, probably aware this wasn’t for a friendly chat.

[b]“I need the VIP box tonight,” [/b]she said firmly but in an upbeat tone. A guffaw was heard over the speaker before Hector cleared his throat.

“Delilah, it’s the finals. No amount of money…”

[b]“I’ll give you 3 times regular booking price,”[/b] she said, making a note of the figure next to ‘Stadium’ in her notes. There was a pause as Hector weighed the options.

“What about a date with that?” he asked, obviously considering her offer at least.

[b]“Oh Hector. That would just cost you 5 times regular booking price by the time I was done with you,” [/b]she smirked, her other hand resting on her hip as the man chuckled and sighed. 

“Alright Delilah. But I expect that money in my account tomorrow at the latest,” he said, lighthearted but serious.

[b]“Yes sir,”[/b] she smirked, hanging up the call. [b]“Hmm… one thing down,”[/b] she mumbled to herself, frowning as she decided to just walk to Heat, as it was only two blocks away.

[b]Greater Downtown[/b] – [i]7:45 am[/i]