“Oh, you’re Jillian Ashfeld!” Candy said, snapping her fingers. “Sadly for me, you’re neither famous enough nor terrible enough to be worth an ambush interview—not to mention my lack of cameraman at the moment.<br/><br/>“But I am curious... Any plans for the regular season yet? Joining a team, or concentrating on one on one maybe? ...I promise anything you say won’t be used against you in my court of bitchiness. Well, unless you’re silly enough to admit to a sex scandal or shoplifting or something.” Candy laughed again. “Although even then, bad press is better than no press at all if you want to draw ratings and get the sponsors excited.”