Alana was surprised to say the least to receive proper invitation to dinner with Mr. Goodeman. She had heard about him through her father, Nathan. To say that this could be her 'Golden Ticket' moment was an understatement. IF she could get him interested in some of her more 'normal' ideas, perhaps she could get the help she needed to start her own company like her old man did.<br/><br/>After letting her father know of the invite, she proceeded to brush up on the man. No sense in flubbing what could be the second most defining moment of her young life. With the same meticulous effort that she puts into her model kits, Alana preps up. Choosing a casual but classy looking blue dress, she heads for the Harrison Hotel. However, as she drives to the hotel, she can't help but wonder how did Mr. Goodeman know about her. She hand't done anything that would've attracted his attention yet. No controversial article, no revolutionary new insight, no giant breakthrough in technology that would merit a face to face with the richest man in the world.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I mean how did Mr. Goodeman even hear of me? Unless he's secretly into discussions on how scifi tech works. Even then, I've never released my my real name, save for the guys, and i'm pretty sure that none of them are connected to Goodeman."</span>, thought Alana as she made her way into the hotel. Glancing around the lobby and seeing no one matching Goodeman's description, she heads to the Front Desk.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Is that an honest-to-God pimp suit?"</span>thought Alana as she saw a guy in said pimp suit (with matching hat no less) heading deeper into the hotel. Shaking her head at that, Alana approaches the Front Desk.<br/><br/>"Excuse. Sorry to disturb you. I'm Alana Shepard. I'm here to meet with Mr. Goodeman." said Alana to the concierge.