Post by Dylan Thomas on Oct 11, 2019 8:31:05 GMT -6
Lissandra Thomas puts down her phone with a smirk on her face.
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Some days have gone by since Dylan Thomas lost his match with Duce Jones and while Lissandra was not happy with the outcome, she DOES always have a back-up plan. Since she is only a few months gone, the doctors in Hollywood kept her in for a week but nothing was coming of anything. She was still pregnant, but the baby was still growing inside her and wasn't as far along as they imagined. Up on the ward a nurse makes rounds and Lissandra calls her over.
Lissandra: Nurse! Excuse me, but I really have to get out of here. I'm a busy woman.
Nurse: Mrs. Thomas, I really don't think -
Lissandra: No. You don't. Just get me Dr. Wright up here.
A few minutes go by and Dr. Wright shows up at Lissandra's bedside.
Dr. Wright: Mrs. Thomas...
Lissandra: Look... I have a meeting scheduled for Dallas Texas. I'm going to Texas. You said yourself that there's nothing more that you can do at this stage and I feel much better. Now... release me.
Dr. Wright looks at Lissandra shaking her head.
Dr. Wright: On one condition... Well, two...
Unimpressed, Lissandra shakes her head impatiently.
Lissandra: OK... fine! What?
Dr. Wright: Under no circumstances do you fly in your jet and you check-in with the nearest hospital in Dallas when you arrive.
Lissandra smirks.
Lissandra: OK... fine.
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A few hours go by and George is picking Lissandra up from the hospital.
Lissandra: George, get ready to fly to Dallas.
George: But Miss...
Lissandra: I know what the doctor said, but that's merely precaution. I'm fine. Now, start her up. I have to meet somebody....
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Pretty soon, Lissandra Thomas is on her private jet flying to Texas. Sipping some wine, she smirks and gets out her phone.
Lissandra: Hello? It's me. I'll be in Dallas in a few hours - I trust you got my message... You did? Excellent. Then all is going to plan. When we're done, GCWA won't know what hit it and Dylan Thomas will once again be a champion. Trust me when I say, you scratch our backs and we'll scratch yours. I'll see you in a few hours.
Lissandra puts her phone down smiling. She presses an intercom button that puts her straight through to George in the cockpit.
Lissandra: George? To the arena in Dallas. Pronto!
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Some days have gone by since Dylan Thomas lost his match with Duce Jones and while Lissandra was not happy with the outcome, she DOES always have a back-up plan. Since she is only a few months gone, the doctors in Hollywood kept her in for a week but nothing was coming of anything. She was still pregnant, but the baby was still growing inside her and wasn't as far along as they imagined. Up on the ward a nurse makes rounds and Lissandra calls her over.
Lissandra: Nurse! Excuse me, but I really have to get out of here. I'm a busy woman.
Nurse: Mrs. Thomas, I really don't think -
Lissandra: No. You don't. Just get me Dr. Wright up here.
A few minutes go by and Dr. Wright shows up at Lissandra's bedside.
Dr. Wright: Mrs. Thomas...
Lissandra: Look... I have a meeting scheduled for Dallas Texas. I'm going to Texas. You said yourself that there's nothing more that you can do at this stage and I feel much better. Now... release me.
Dr. Wright looks at Lissandra shaking her head.
Dr. Wright: On one condition... Well, two...
Unimpressed, Lissandra shakes her head impatiently.
Lissandra: OK... fine! What?
Dr. Wright: Under no circumstances do you fly in your jet and you check-in with the nearest hospital in Dallas when you arrive.
Lissandra smirks.
Lissandra: OK... fine.
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A few hours go by and George is picking Lissandra up from the hospital.
Lissandra: George, get ready to fly to Dallas.
George: But Miss...
Lissandra: I know what the doctor said, but that's merely precaution. I'm fine. Now, start her up. I have to meet somebody....
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Pretty soon, Lissandra Thomas is on her private jet flying to Texas. Sipping some wine, she smirks and gets out her phone.
Lissandra: Hello? It's me. I'll be in Dallas in a few hours - I trust you got my message... You did? Excellent. Then all is going to plan. When we're done, GCWA won't know what hit it and Dylan Thomas will once again be a champion. Trust me when I say, you scratch our backs and we'll scratch yours. I'll see you in a few hours.
Lissandra puts her phone down smiling. She presses an intercom button that puts her straight through to George in the cockpit.
Lissandra: George? To the arena in Dallas. Pronto!
