He was very happy, proud, and excited about himself having just succeeded at most of early adulthood’s major accomplishments. He had earned a degree... been recruited out of his university to a sweet job, had been promoted within his first year and was now enjoying his dream vacation and reveling that his hard work had been worth it after all. He didn’t say all this, but that was the emotion he put into his simple expressions as we worked through two rounds of whiskey on the rocks, a drink I. Her name was Janice Rand. When I found her adding poisonto my food I strangled her to death with my bare hands. Inretrospect not the most sensible thing to have done since Ithen had no way of discovering who had put her up to it."Ah, now I get it," I said. "That also explains why thechallenge was held here. You and me, Uhura, we're the audience" Of course you are," said Janice. "You're the only ones whoknow what I've done. When it's something as audacious as thisyou want someone to be able to. However, given my situation, I tagged along for the ride. Chills ran through me as her hand brushed against mine as we walked to her car on the opposite side of the street. “You have to excuse me for this messy thing that I call my car,” she said, pointing at some artwork she had scattered around the backseat. A simple smile was my reply, as I let her know that it was just fine. My eyes locked in on her lips, moving as she spoke. Maxine seemed much more interesting than she had led on during. Hours and hours of work gone, lost into the motherboard from hell. Hundreds of short stories, dozens of newspaper reports and three very, very important pieces of work. There was my trial script for Hollyoaks, the episode where Chloe and Matt were getting married and everything was going fine until DCI Dale drop-your-drawers comes in and arrests the groom. When I get the call from Phil Redmond, what am I going to say? There was a radio play – Pair Ranting. I won’t give the story away but it’s a.