The large goon standing in front of her took up almost all of her field of vision. She didn't see any of Connie's fancy footwork, and she didn't see most of Trevor's heroics. She was just aware the man had thrown himself at three other men and somehow come out the victor.<br/><br/>Gino got this sense took and slowly backed away, hands up, giving Veronika a look that said he wouldn't be caught like that again. As the security guard appeared and the men scattered, Veronika breathed a sigh of relief and dropped her hands as she finally relaxed. She was okay, Sandi was okay, her driver was okay, and she hadn't had to kill anybody and blow her cover.<br/><br/>"Yes." She said softly, patting her hair to make sure it was still okay. "I believe we were discussing our future." She said with a look to Jack that spoke volumes. There was no longer a gun in her hand. What had become of it? Nobody had seen.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, yeah, definitely!" He squealed, getting up and scurrying over to his desk. He began frantically writing. "I'm writing you a recommendation at the highest level to the production company! You take this with you to any casting call and show it to them and you'll get the part in a cinch!" He put on a rather disgusting smile that was supposed to be winning and convincing and held it out to her.<br/><br/>She looked at it, noted it addressed her as Vicky Angel, and smiled, taking it from him gently. It was like taking gold from the devil, but it was hardly a line she hadn't crossed before in her career. She folded the letter and placed it reverently in her purse. It was everything she had dreamed of condensed into one little piece of paper. She also slipped something else into her purse. Something not very big and definitely not a gun.<br/><br/>"One for Sandi and her driver too." She said sternly.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah of course." Jack stammered, writing it out quickly. He only addressed it to Sandi, and just included 'her driver' as an unnamed person in the course of it.<br/><br/>She stared at him for a second. It would be so easy to walk away. But there were questions burning in her. How much was she going to go for? How many times had this man done this before? Here? In the land of the free? Where there were no concentration camps, no gulags, where the government did not take and disappear people, just Americans doing it to themselves....the thought made her furious.<br/><br/>"Sandi why don't you have Mr. Driver take you home now?" She said turning to her friend, genuine concern in her eyes. "You have been through so much. You need your rest."<br/><br/>While her concern was genuine, she wanted them out of there for what she was pretty sure was going to happen next.