<strong>Myriad, LA</strong><br/><br/><em>@ Marie's office.</em><br/><br/>"I think we'll be putting Timothy on the 'potential' stalker's list. I'm waiting on the cops to file a report. Think I can get a restraining order?" She asked as she finishes signing the paperwork. With one last flourish she was now the majority owner of Myriad Incorporated, a company with the sole focus of managing her talents to their utmost for her career. "There done.. I'm talking with the cops now, they got there only 2 minutes after he left, and he was so loud the neighbors were willing to talk."<br/><br/>Val grinned as she took in the events in her otherself's location.<br/><br/><strong>Myriad, NYC</strong><br/><em>@ Apartment </em><br/><br/>"Yes officer, I would like to finish this. He was very loud and insistent. See what he did to my door?" She asked the two beat cops that had driven up. Both of them were kind of cute but she doubted they'd be too eager to follow up after the press conference. She was considering packing up and getting Marie's realtor friend to give her another loft in the apartments he was renting out. She was also inside packing up just in case. Something about this gave her the bad vibe bit. In fact she was considering calling New York a wash and trying out somewhere else. Marie had connections in Chicago and Miami and if things went really south, she could bolt back to North Carolina. There was enough work to be done on the farm.