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Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Nineteen

Saving the Cult (If not the World) "It's time." Manfield Lee knew he was good at sounding authoritative even when he didn't know what he was talking about - he'd turned a fortune into a megafortune doing just that, after all, not to mention running the Organization - but right now, he DID know what he was talking about. After all, it was just a date, wasn't it? And if the date turned out to be wrong, well, then he knew exactly what to blame it on, and that blame would fall on the scholars and the psychics, not on him. The other thing Manfield Lee knew how to do was to place the blame in very specific ways that were not him.

“Places, everyone,” Dylan commanded. 

Lina hadn’t been into theatre, hadn’t really been into anything dramatic or performance based, and had ended up joining business club just to have an extracurricular on her college applications. She wasn’t sure what a conquering hero was supposed to walk in like.

“Shoulders back,” Jackson murmured.  “That’s it.  Smile a little, if you can.  You’re tired and that’s fine, but you’re happy you saved lives, right?  There you go.  It’s like going into a charity ball, except right  now you’re doing what our moms and dads do, they just don’t know it yet.  The cameras are on you; don’t give ‘em anything.”

“Way to give me a panic attack,” she murmured back at him, but she did what he told her.  The cameras are on you.  She could do that.  Continue reading