<strong>Myriad (NYC) Safehouse (Others free to Observe as well naturally)</strong><br/><br/>The security moved to issue orders, cellphone sim-cards removed, before a new phone was handed to Myriad. The guard that gave it looked a bit awkward. Inside, there were at least half a dozen different women's names, but among them was also 'Boss Marie'. As he moved aside, the young african-american guy's cheeks were a bit darkened with the blush it seemed but nonetheless it was in working order and seemed like a personal phone rather than a work-phone.<br/><br/>Poor guy didn't seem aware that she had already contacted Marie on the house phone. Marie's tone was enraged, but also concerned. "Yes I saw it. They're playing it over and over, trying to get most out of it. The office is answering calls and stating you are fine but require the rest of the day to rest, but the photoshoot went well so good publicity is coming soon too. We'll be getting you onto shows soon, and they'll be eager to ask about a number of things but this attack is probably going to be on at the list of things they will ask about. We got Jay Leno to start with but that's just the one that offered the most. They are offering money to get you on their show." Her tone was serious. "They seem to realize there's a real bidding war going on about this right now."<br/><br/>One of the three guards headed off to get a new phone to her, another waiting out in the hallway before the apartment's front door, the second one that had leant his phone heading out toe the apartment's balcony. Leaving Myriad and her many copies with the group present at that house.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Myriad (LA) @ Playboy Mansion</strong><br/><br/>"So how is your head feeling?" Hef spoke seriously as he set down a new bag of ice before Myriad. "I always keep some ice handy, I hope this helps for whatever headache might have struck you." The older man was calm about the situation, ever since Myriad was attacked at the east coast the man on the west coast focused on making sure she was comfortable. The lavish dinner sat mostly untouched, freshly delivered from the restaurant, despite the up-scale establishment's usually strict nature of not delivering, a call from the mansion seemed to be a lot more convincing.<br/><br/>Of course, the way the delivering man had looked around it seemed he had hoped to see all the women at the mansion instead of being greeted by the sight of Hef. Now, though, the meal was sitting alone at the table while Hef kept moving around. For man his age he seemed to consider himself young and feel that way too, because there was no weariness showing in his step either.