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Emma and Adrienne (backdated to the 27th)
The Frost sisters get together to discuss such topics as Molly, parenting, Tandy, tattoos, drugs, being worshipped, Court relations, business, and taking over the world.
"As promised, a pair of shoes," Adrienne announced with a grin when Emma let her into her apartment, brandishing a shoe box in one hand while holding a bag with takeout cartons in it in the other. "In honour of your actually being... what was it? Sunny and chipper? for hours on end with Molly at New Years. And to go with the Chinese shoes, we have Chinese food," she added. "I'm glad we could get together with everything that's been going on lately."
Emma smiled as she snaffled the shoe box off Adrienne. “Molly does make my life rather easy in that regard,” she said. “Her baseline personality is remarkably cheerful. In some ways I feel as if I am being quite unpleasant, considering that I’m working on making it possible for her to be traumatised in the future. Or be re-traumatised by her past. But there are far better coping mechanisms available than forgetting half of your life because it makes you sad.” She opened the shoe box and her smile broadened. “Nonetheless, I totally deserve these. Thank you, Adrienne.”
"You mean coping mechanisms like collecting shoes and drinking copious amounts of cognac?" Adrienne suggested with a grin, making herself at home by heading into Emma's kitchen and grabbing forks for the takeout. "But you're welcome. And yeah, she is pretty perky. Which is sometimes a nice change from the pissed-off, emo, walking hormone-sacks like the rest of her peer group."
“That’s part of the job description of being a teenager, isn’t it?” replied Emma. She looked dubiously at the fork Adrienne handed her and at the takeout containers and headed towards the kitchen to get herself a bowl. “I was going to say something about remembering it all, but I suspect the psychoactive drugs and the out-of-control telepathy may have distorted my views of being a teenager quite considerably.” She threw the words back over her shoulder. “I’m fairly certain I would have qualified as emo when I was capable of coherent thought, if that counts.”
Adrienne winced at the words Emma brandished about, sympathetic. Although of course it wasn't sympathy that came out of her mouth, though; at least not directly. "I think you would have qualified as a lot of things back then," she muttered, opening the vegetarian carton for herself and setting the other one in Emma's spot. "But you survived everything that got thrown at you, and that should be the part that really counts. Besides, everyone has messed up memories about their teenage years, I imagine. I know I certainly do," she said through a mouthful of tofu and noodles. "This is why Vanessa and I are working on a time machine for teenage-years-do-overs. We'll make a fortune. Isn't it kind of weird to think that Molly sort of does get to start over, since she can't remember everything?" she asked in her usual rapid-fire style. "Or do you really think you can get her to remember?"
Emma shrugged as she sat down at the table and busied herself arranging her char kway teow into the bowl she had brought out with her. “I’ve only just started and I’m still not one hundred percent certain of what Molly’s parents did. I think some of her memories are not ever going to come back but I should be able to help her retrieve many of them.” She frowned suddenly. “I am definitely not a fan of Molly’s parents, I know that much.”
'I think it's an unwritten rule that as a student at a boarding school you have to have monumentally shitty parents, isn't it?" Adrienne questioned, thinking it over as she took a bite of her food. "You scared me there for a minute. With Molly's parents. When you found out what they'd done. But scared in a good way, if that makes sense." Because while Adrienne knew her sister was capable of moving heaven and hell for people she cared about, Emma rarely carried her heart on her sleeve, but Adrienne felt like that was what she'd seen in the medlab a few weeks ago.
“Scared you in a good way?” Emma raised an eyebrow at Adrienne over her fork. “I must be doing it wrong. If you go around telling people that I’m scary in a good way, it will do terrible things to my reputation.” Emma re-dipped her fork into her bowl to catch some escaping noodles. “I’m willing to accept that there are a wide range of parenting techniques in the world and the majority of them seem to be at least minimally adequate. But getting in your child’s mind and playing. Playing badly? With tools you don’t even understand? And then wondering why your daughter is all broken...” Emma paused for a moment. “Apparently I consider that unacceptable.”
"Well, I didn't actually say I told anyone that," Adrienne clarified through a mouth full of food. "And I dunno, when I found out my sort-of-ward was getting her classmate to drain her emotions, I was lamenting the fact I don't have psychic powers to scrub her brain clean. They had a brilliant idea there. Taking those thoughts she had out of her head? Or taking away the original memories of what happened to her so she didn't feel the need to drain her emotions? What a super idea! It must make dealing with teens so much easier!" She smirked to show she was joking. "The Hayes' are idiots," she added, just in case Emma didn't get the smirk. "But at least you figured it all out so Molly won't be broken... or as broken anymore. Though I'd be amazed if she ever has any semblance of a relationship with them in future." She chewed some more. "But maybe she's more forgiving than you or I were about our parents breaking us."
Emma shrugged. “Different motivations,” she said. “To a certain value of different,” she added, thoughtfully, but didn’t pursue it. “Your sort-of-ward was getting her classmate to drain her emotions?” she quoted. “Is this some kind of Amanda/Manuel déjà vu thing? Has anyone ended up with a tattoo yet?”
Adrienne wasn't too keen on pursuing it either, at least not until she'd finished eating. "I'm not completely familiar with the particulars of the... Amanda/Manuel thing," she mused, though she made a mental note to ask Amanda about it, "but to my knowledge no one's gotten a tattoo, no. Although I don't know if I'd really mind so much if she was just going out getting tattoos. Hell, I might be interested in going with her if she were getting tattoos," the brunette grinned. “Have you ever thought of getting one?"
It was almost impossible for Adrienne to surprise Emma, but that certainly did it. Emma stared at her sister in absolute surprise for a minute and then burst out laughing. “Me?!?” she said and laughed again. “A tattoo? Me?” She laughed harder. “Oh my god, Adrienne, what did they put in your dinner? A tattoo? On me? The White Queen? Oh my goodness.” Emma put her face in her hands and laughed until her shoulders heaved.
Emma's mirth made Adrienne giggle too, though she was laughing at Emma's reaction, not the concept of Emma with a tattoo. "Em, we haven't even started drinking yet! And I'm not that amusing sober, so what did they put in your dinner?" She leaned over to sniff at Emma's bowl. "You know what? I think I smell pot. I knew I shouldn't have gotten this stuff from that place with all the hipsters hanging around! I thought the picture of the leaf in the window was just a green Canadian flag! How could I be so dumb?!"
“Oh dear,” Emma raised her face from her hands and wiped tears from her eyes as she got her laughing under control. “Have you ever seen a telepath on pot? Or LSD? It doesn’t work the same for all of us, but sometimes you can go tripping...” Emma waved her hand as she tried to think of the right word, “outwards. There was a Hellfire Club soiree once where someone accidentally combined a recently manifested telepath with a strong empathic component and some seriously fine quality hash cookies. I got to watch a room full of men and women in suits all sitting on the floor and looking at the size of their hands. Man,” she added in a trippy voice, demonstrating the appropriate facial expression and hand gestures for Adrienne’s benefit.
Now it was Adrienne's turn to dissolve into laughter. "Okay, since I can't have any pot or LSD, I need alcohol," she said through her giggles, heading into the kitchen to grab some glasses and yanking a bottle of cognac off the serving cart where Emma kept some of her booze. "I'm actually sort of surprised that you've never accidentally ended up with a tattoo after one of your Hellfire Club parties," Adrienne pointed out as she poured them each a generous glass, wanting to see if this would set Emma off into a fit of laughter again.
Emma gave Adrienne a look from under her lashes. “I AM the Queen,” she pointed out. “The White Queen. No-one would dare.” She grinned down at her cognac, a sudden flash of memory. “Though I did get my regalia painted on to me once. Up on a dais, in front of the Courts, letting them know that it wasn’t just the clothes, that the White Queen was part of who I was.” She licked her lips. “Tiny, soft brushes, all over my skin for hours, and I had to stand still until it was done.” She let out a soft sigh. “But after it was finished...” She took a quick swallow of her drink. “If anyone ever asks you, Adrienne, you can let them know that being worshipped is a wonderful thing.”
Adrienne gave Emma an indulgent smirk and refrained from rolling her eyes. "I can tell people what being worshipped is like from my own perspective, thanks. Former internationally-acclaimed model, remember? I've been painted, too." She sipped at her own drink. "Still, I'm glad I never took Wyngarde up on that Black Queen offer. I don't think I could ever be as intense as you are about Queening. Then there's the fact if I was your counterpart you'd probably make me tear myself limb from limb while singing a jaunty sea shanty," she added good-naturedly.
Emma smiled. “But I get to feel the worship inside my head,” she purred. “It’s a strange thing but it is glorious in its own way.” Her voice became more businesslike. “And it makes up for a lot of the less savoury aspects of being Queen. Sebastian and I had a common purpose once, but a lot of that was lost a long time ago. There’s still enough to make us... less than mortal enemies. As for you being Black Queen – no.” Emma looked thoughtfully into the bottom of her drink. “I couldn’t have accepted it. You aren’t dangerous enough, Adrienne.” She shrugged, almost imperceptibly. “As I’ve told you before, being in the Inner Courts puts certain boundaries on your behaviour. And it means you are right in front of me. Belladonna gained a great deal from being elevated, but what she also did was made herself subject to my attention.” Emma took another sip of her cognac and picked up her fork again. “It may have taken a great deal of time, but that didn’t work out so well for Selene in the end.”
Since she already knew how Emma felt about her presence in the Hellfire Club, Adrienne's good mood wasn't disturbed by her comments and she went back to her food with a smirk. "So, what you're basically saying is, not only would I be tearing myself limb from limb while singing a jaunty sea shanty, but I'd be doing so in a box at the bottom of the ocean? Yeah, I think I'll stick to teaching and the fashion world, thanks," she chuckled. "I've been taking preliminary steps to buying into a partnership with the mutant clothing shop in District X," she told her sister, a hint of excitement in her voice. Before the opportunity to free herself from the Black Court had presented itself, she'd begun to resign herself to the fact that she might never work in fashion again, so having this opportunity to become a partner in eVolution- especially considering how much she'd lost making her deals with the Assassin's Guild and the FBI- made her very happy.
“If it’s any help,” offered Emma graciously, “I’d have been very sorry about having to put you in a box at the bottom at the ocean.” She smiled at Adrienne. “I’d have made sure you had nice shoes on, at least. So,” she went on briskly, “the clothing shop is starting to happen? Have you gone through all the paperwork? Had your accountant go through the paperwork? Your lawyer? What sort of turnover are we talking? Profit margin? Expansion plans? They’re not asking too much for goodwill, are they? Your market share is pretty niche to start with; it’s not like you’re buying into Gap.” Emma couldn’t help it; she could stop being the White Queen sometimes but she could never stop being a CEO.
Adrienne giggled at the shoe comment as Emma asked about the business. "Wow, you've been busy lately, huh?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "The clothing shop happened a few months ago, Em. While I was still under investigation and couldn't buy in. But I helped with the paperwork. I am their accountant," she giggled. "I have been since day one. I brought Warren Worthington, lawyer, in on the original deal with the designer, Veronica Eisen, got him to invest to get it off the ground. But now I'm looking to invest some money myself; become his partner." Always a businesswoman, Adrienne pulled a notebook out of her handbag, careful not to drop any of the computer printouts tucked inside. "Here are the numbers, and my plans for a fall redesign and launch of my own line to act as a counterpoint to what Veronica is already producing," she said as she flipped it open and held it out to her sister.
Emma looked at her sister fondly before she picked up the notebook. “I mean it’s starting to happen for you, dear heart,” she said softly. “I knew about your... supervision. But that’s not the same thing as buying in. I don’t want you to rush into buying something that turns out to be an albatross just because you need to get back into owning a business. You deserve better than that.” She grinned suddenly. “Your money deserves better than that.”
Emma's last comment doused some of the still-uncomfortable feelings of sisterly love Adrienne felt towards her after what Emma called her and the tone with which she said it, so she shelved the sappy comment she was about to make (knowing Emma could feel what she felt anyway without her having to express it) and just laughed. "That's very true. And I have to treat my money a lot better these days than I used to, since I don't have nearly as much to throw around as I used to. But this place is solid," she assured her sister. "Of course, it's just a starting point for me," she confessed. "I'm not going to rush into my real business idea, but until that gets off the ground, eVolution will provide a place for me to be involved in fashion, and hopefully when the investment starts returning for me, I can use that capital to launch in my other venture."
“Well, if you need more lawyers and accountants to throw at the thing, let me know,” replied Emma. “I can recommend some excellent ones for all stages of the process. Nothing against Mr Worthington, of course, but it can be useful to gain an outside perspective.” Emma pushed aside the bowl that held the few remaining scraps of her dinner and started to line up the various computer printouts and pages of the notebook. “Okay,” she said briskly. “Plans for World Domination, Frost Sisters, Division Two. Let’s see how it begins.”
"As promised, a pair of shoes," Adrienne announced with a grin when Emma let her into her apartment, brandishing a shoe box in one hand while holding a bag with takeout cartons in it in the other. "In honour of your actually being... what was it? Sunny and chipper? for hours on end with Molly at New Years. And to go with the Chinese shoes, we have Chinese food," she added. "I'm glad we could get together with everything that's been going on lately."
Emma smiled as she snaffled the shoe box off Adrienne. “Molly does make my life rather easy in that regard,” she said. “Her baseline personality is remarkably cheerful. In some ways I feel as if I am being quite unpleasant, considering that I’m working on making it possible for her to be traumatised in the future. Or be re-traumatised by her past. But there are far better coping mechanisms available than forgetting half of your life because it makes you sad.” She opened the shoe box and her smile broadened. “Nonetheless, I totally deserve these. Thank you, Adrienne.”
"You mean coping mechanisms like collecting shoes and drinking copious amounts of cognac?" Adrienne suggested with a grin, making herself at home by heading into Emma's kitchen and grabbing forks for the takeout. "But you're welcome. And yeah, she is pretty perky. Which is sometimes a nice change from the pissed-off, emo, walking hormone-sacks like the rest of her peer group."
“That’s part of the job description of being a teenager, isn’t it?” replied Emma. She looked dubiously at the fork Adrienne handed her and at the takeout containers and headed towards the kitchen to get herself a bowl. “I was going to say something about remembering it all, but I suspect the psychoactive drugs and the out-of-control telepathy may have distorted my views of being a teenager quite considerably.” She threw the words back over her shoulder. “I’m fairly certain I would have qualified as emo when I was capable of coherent thought, if that counts.”
Adrienne winced at the words Emma brandished about, sympathetic. Although of course it wasn't sympathy that came out of her mouth, though; at least not directly. "I think you would have qualified as a lot of things back then," she muttered, opening the vegetarian carton for herself and setting the other one in Emma's spot. "But you survived everything that got thrown at you, and that should be the part that really counts. Besides, everyone has messed up memories about their teenage years, I imagine. I know I certainly do," she said through a mouthful of tofu and noodles. "This is why Vanessa and I are working on a time machine for teenage-years-do-overs. We'll make a fortune. Isn't it kind of weird to think that Molly sort of does get to start over, since she can't remember everything?" she asked in her usual rapid-fire style. "Or do you really think you can get her to remember?"
Emma shrugged as she sat down at the table and busied herself arranging her char kway teow into the bowl she had brought out with her. “I’ve only just started and I’m still not one hundred percent certain of what Molly’s parents did. I think some of her memories are not ever going to come back but I should be able to help her retrieve many of them.” She frowned suddenly. “I am definitely not a fan of Molly’s parents, I know that much.”
'I think it's an unwritten rule that as a student at a boarding school you have to have monumentally shitty parents, isn't it?" Adrienne questioned, thinking it over as she took a bite of her food. "You scared me there for a minute. With Molly's parents. When you found out what they'd done. But scared in a good way, if that makes sense." Because while Adrienne knew her sister was capable of moving heaven and hell for people she cared about, Emma rarely carried her heart on her sleeve, but Adrienne felt like that was what she'd seen in the medlab a few weeks ago.
“Scared you in a good way?” Emma raised an eyebrow at Adrienne over her fork. “I must be doing it wrong. If you go around telling people that I’m scary in a good way, it will do terrible things to my reputation.” Emma re-dipped her fork into her bowl to catch some escaping noodles. “I’m willing to accept that there are a wide range of parenting techniques in the world and the majority of them seem to be at least minimally adequate. But getting in your child’s mind and playing. Playing badly? With tools you don’t even understand? And then wondering why your daughter is all broken...” Emma paused for a moment. “Apparently I consider that unacceptable.”
"Well, I didn't actually say I told anyone that," Adrienne clarified through a mouth full of food. "And I dunno, when I found out my sort-of-ward was getting her classmate to drain her emotions, I was lamenting the fact I don't have psychic powers to scrub her brain clean. They had a brilliant idea there. Taking those thoughts she had out of her head? Or taking away the original memories of what happened to her so she didn't feel the need to drain her emotions? What a super idea! It must make dealing with teens so much easier!" She smirked to show she was joking. "The Hayes' are idiots," she added, just in case Emma didn't get the smirk. "But at least you figured it all out so Molly won't be broken... or as broken anymore. Though I'd be amazed if she ever has any semblance of a relationship with them in future." She chewed some more. "But maybe she's more forgiving than you or I were about our parents breaking us."
Emma shrugged. “Different motivations,” she said. “To a certain value of different,” she added, thoughtfully, but didn’t pursue it. “Your sort-of-ward was getting her classmate to drain her emotions?” she quoted. “Is this some kind of Amanda/Manuel déjà vu thing? Has anyone ended up with a tattoo yet?”
Adrienne wasn't too keen on pursuing it either, at least not until she'd finished eating. "I'm not completely familiar with the particulars of the... Amanda/Manuel thing," she mused, though she made a mental note to ask Amanda about it, "but to my knowledge no one's gotten a tattoo, no. Although I don't know if I'd really mind so much if she was just going out getting tattoos. Hell, I might be interested in going with her if she were getting tattoos," the brunette grinned. “Have you ever thought of getting one?"
It was almost impossible for Adrienne to surprise Emma, but that certainly did it. Emma stared at her sister in absolute surprise for a minute and then burst out laughing. “Me?!?” she said and laughed again. “A tattoo? Me?” She laughed harder. “Oh my god, Adrienne, what did they put in your dinner? A tattoo? On me? The White Queen? Oh my goodness.” Emma put her face in her hands and laughed until her shoulders heaved.
Emma's mirth made Adrienne giggle too, though she was laughing at Emma's reaction, not the concept of Emma with a tattoo. "Em, we haven't even started drinking yet! And I'm not that amusing sober, so what did they put in your dinner?" She leaned over to sniff at Emma's bowl. "You know what? I think I smell pot. I knew I shouldn't have gotten this stuff from that place with all the hipsters hanging around! I thought the picture of the leaf in the window was just a green Canadian flag! How could I be so dumb?!"
“Oh dear,” Emma raised her face from her hands and wiped tears from her eyes as she got her laughing under control. “Have you ever seen a telepath on pot? Or LSD? It doesn’t work the same for all of us, but sometimes you can go tripping...” Emma waved her hand as she tried to think of the right word, “outwards. There was a Hellfire Club soiree once where someone accidentally combined a recently manifested telepath with a strong empathic component and some seriously fine quality hash cookies. I got to watch a room full of men and women in suits all sitting on the floor and looking at the size of their hands. Man,” she added in a trippy voice, demonstrating the appropriate facial expression and hand gestures for Adrienne’s benefit.
Now it was Adrienne's turn to dissolve into laughter. "Okay, since I can't have any pot or LSD, I need alcohol," she said through her giggles, heading into the kitchen to grab some glasses and yanking a bottle of cognac off the serving cart where Emma kept some of her booze. "I'm actually sort of surprised that you've never accidentally ended up with a tattoo after one of your Hellfire Club parties," Adrienne pointed out as she poured them each a generous glass, wanting to see if this would set Emma off into a fit of laughter again.
Emma gave Adrienne a look from under her lashes. “I AM the Queen,” she pointed out. “The White Queen. No-one would dare.” She grinned down at her cognac, a sudden flash of memory. “Though I did get my regalia painted on to me once. Up on a dais, in front of the Courts, letting them know that it wasn’t just the clothes, that the White Queen was part of who I was.” She licked her lips. “Tiny, soft brushes, all over my skin for hours, and I had to stand still until it was done.” She let out a soft sigh. “But after it was finished...” She took a quick swallow of her drink. “If anyone ever asks you, Adrienne, you can let them know that being worshipped is a wonderful thing.”
Adrienne gave Emma an indulgent smirk and refrained from rolling her eyes. "I can tell people what being worshipped is like from my own perspective, thanks. Former internationally-acclaimed model, remember? I've been painted, too." She sipped at her own drink. "Still, I'm glad I never took Wyngarde up on that Black Queen offer. I don't think I could ever be as intense as you are about Queening. Then there's the fact if I was your counterpart you'd probably make me tear myself limb from limb while singing a jaunty sea shanty," she added good-naturedly.
Emma smiled. “But I get to feel the worship inside my head,” she purred. “It’s a strange thing but it is glorious in its own way.” Her voice became more businesslike. “And it makes up for a lot of the less savoury aspects of being Queen. Sebastian and I had a common purpose once, but a lot of that was lost a long time ago. There’s still enough to make us... less than mortal enemies. As for you being Black Queen – no.” Emma looked thoughtfully into the bottom of her drink. “I couldn’t have accepted it. You aren’t dangerous enough, Adrienne.” She shrugged, almost imperceptibly. “As I’ve told you before, being in the Inner Courts puts certain boundaries on your behaviour. And it means you are right in front of me. Belladonna gained a great deal from being elevated, but what she also did was made herself subject to my attention.” Emma took another sip of her cognac and picked up her fork again. “It may have taken a great deal of time, but that didn’t work out so well for Selene in the end.”
Since she already knew how Emma felt about her presence in the Hellfire Club, Adrienne's good mood wasn't disturbed by her comments and she went back to her food with a smirk. "So, what you're basically saying is, not only would I be tearing myself limb from limb while singing a jaunty sea shanty, but I'd be doing so in a box at the bottom of the ocean? Yeah, I think I'll stick to teaching and the fashion world, thanks," she chuckled. "I've been taking preliminary steps to buying into a partnership with the mutant clothing shop in District X," she told her sister, a hint of excitement in her voice. Before the opportunity to free herself from the Black Court had presented itself, she'd begun to resign herself to the fact that she might never work in fashion again, so having this opportunity to become a partner in eVolution- especially considering how much she'd lost making her deals with the Assassin's Guild and the FBI- made her very happy.
“If it’s any help,” offered Emma graciously, “I’d have been very sorry about having to put you in a box at the bottom at the ocean.” She smiled at Adrienne. “I’d have made sure you had nice shoes on, at least. So,” she went on briskly, “the clothing shop is starting to happen? Have you gone through all the paperwork? Had your accountant go through the paperwork? Your lawyer? What sort of turnover are we talking? Profit margin? Expansion plans? They’re not asking too much for goodwill, are they? Your market share is pretty niche to start with; it’s not like you’re buying into Gap.” Emma couldn’t help it; she could stop being the White Queen sometimes but she could never stop being a CEO.
Adrienne giggled at the shoe comment as Emma asked about the business. "Wow, you've been busy lately, huh?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "The clothing shop happened a few months ago, Em. While I was still under investigation and couldn't buy in. But I helped with the paperwork. I am their accountant," she giggled. "I have been since day one. I brought Warren Worthington, lawyer, in on the original deal with the designer, Veronica Eisen, got him to invest to get it off the ground. But now I'm looking to invest some money myself; become his partner." Always a businesswoman, Adrienne pulled a notebook out of her handbag, careful not to drop any of the computer printouts tucked inside. "Here are the numbers, and my plans for a fall redesign and launch of my own line to act as a counterpoint to what Veronica is already producing," she said as she flipped it open and held it out to her sister.
Emma looked at her sister fondly before she picked up the notebook. “I mean it’s starting to happen for you, dear heart,” she said softly. “I knew about your... supervision. But that’s not the same thing as buying in. I don’t want you to rush into buying something that turns out to be an albatross just because you need to get back into owning a business. You deserve better than that.” She grinned suddenly. “Your money deserves better than that.”
Emma's last comment doused some of the still-uncomfortable feelings of sisterly love Adrienne felt towards her after what Emma called her and the tone with which she said it, so she shelved the sappy comment she was about to make (knowing Emma could feel what she felt anyway without her having to express it) and just laughed. "That's very true. And I have to treat my money a lot better these days than I used to, since I don't have nearly as much to throw around as I used to. But this place is solid," she assured her sister. "Of course, it's just a starting point for me," she confessed. "I'm not going to rush into my real business idea, but until that gets off the ground, eVolution will provide a place for me to be involved in fashion, and hopefully when the investment starts returning for me, I can use that capital to launch in my other venture."
“Well, if you need more lawyers and accountants to throw at the thing, let me know,” replied Emma. “I can recommend some excellent ones for all stages of the process. Nothing against Mr Worthington, of course, but it can be useful to gain an outside perspective.” Emma pushed aside the bowl that held the few remaining scraps of her dinner and started to line up the various computer printouts and pages of the notebook. “Okay,” she said briskly. “Plans for World Domination, Frost Sisters, Division Two. Let’s see how it begins.”