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Lyss took her exit at a much more casual pace than the rest. She was silent as she descended the stairs. The meeting had gone much differently than she'd planned. She thought over every question Blake had asked them, and thought of every answer she'd given to him. Yes, she'd revealed a few certain details that could have been left out, but in the game of business one had to woo the buyer a little. It was working, until Blake erupted because of his wife's tussle with Maya. The only action she'd taken that she [i]actually[/i] regretted was removing her shades. Her identity was a secret, and she didn't like the idea that Blake's security cameras would have her face on recording. Yet, there was nothing she could do about that now. She could only hope that he'd want to forget everything about the meeting.

Ten minutes later, Lyss was pulling into the abandoned Fantasy Land. She parked right at their usual spot among the labyrinth of rollercoasters and remained on her speedster instead of standing. She leaned forwards, resting her elbows on the handlebars. As she listened to the girls, she couldn't help but frown at their comments. [i]Is the whole meeting just a joke to them now?[/i]

Lyss's plans were to just go home and do research on their new acquaintance, but Maya's offer to pay for their drinks was enough to change her mind. Herik suggested dinner and Lyss wasn't against that either. Her eyes moved over the rest of the Coven to see who would agree to what, but then she caught sight of the briefcase in Emily's hands.

[color=D3D3D3]"How about Emily treats us to dinner [i]and[/i] drinks? She can't keep all of that cash to herself, now can she?"[/color] Her voice was overall friendly, but had a bitter undertone to it. She nodded towards the briefcase in her hands. [color=D3D3D3]"It would only put a little dent into your savings."[/color]