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"Hey, Jenna get your ass up! Breakfast is ready and it's twelve. So don't be whining about how I shoulda letcha sleep," Russell shouts at me.

I slowly gather the strength needed to get my lazy ass out of bed.

Ten minutes of struggle later....

"Bitch, you are slower than my dead Aunt Rita!" Russell says by the sight of me.

The memories of last night flood my brain and I search the loft for the girl, I seriously need to learn her name, and I find her still on the couch sleeping.

Russell grabs the newspaper by the fridge and begins his favorite crossword puzzle.

"Where's my coffee Russ? I bring home all the doughnuts and this is how I'm repayed? I am seriously disappointed," I say and fake a dramatic tear.

He rolls his eyes and points to my batman cup sitting right next to me. I laugh, causing him to chuckle lightly.

"Hey, did you get her name out of her?" I ask.

"She woke up at like 2 a.m and we talked a little. Isabella," he replies not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

"Pretty name," I say sipping on my coffee.

"What time is work tonight?" I ask.

"Well, the one with Drew no clue because you made it and then no other appointments tonight," he says.

I nod. I set my coffee down and take in the loft.

A yawn comes from behind me and Russ and I look over. Isabella is looking around confused, but than understood where she was. She takes a deep breath and walks over to us.

"Here, sit right here," I say and pat the chair next to me.

"Thanks," she mutters.

"Look, we don't want to force you to do anything, but you really should tell us who did that to you," Russ pushes.

Her eyes widen and she starts shaking her head.

"No. No way. I, I just can't," she says taking a seat melodramatically.

Russ and I raise a brow to each other almost simultaneously when she puts her head down.

I clear my throat.

"Um, Issy do you have any place to stay?" I question. I soon after get an eye roll from Russell for my pressing rudeness.

She puts her head up.

"I, well, I'm not sure. I have the man who did this, but that's it. I guess I could just go back and patch things up," She says her voice lingering on the final words.

I almost roll my eyes at her incapability to manipulate without detection. It's obvious she needs a place to stay so I shake it off.

Russ is clueless though.

"You just stay here as long as you want Doll," he says smiling widely.

She nods.

After a few minutes in silence she takes a deep breath.

"It was my husband," she says.

Russell looks up confused for a second than understands.

She looks out the window and I watch intently.

"I discovered his drinking problem and I offered to help. It was my fault. He was drunk and I was trying to speak sense. I should have known what would of happened. It was my fault. So when he came at me I just stood there accepting what I deserved. And then he dumped me off where he says I belonged," she says. She makes an odd face and then tears up.

Russell and I are both quiet and Isabella breaks the silence by asking for Motrin.

"Sure, I got it," I say and go grab some.

A few hours later of small talk, comforting, and the best movie ever Struck By Lightning its time for me to meet my "mentor" I think a good word for it is.

"Isabella, Russ, it's time for me to go. Alas, I will not come home for an hour. Oh, the horror!," I say dramatically putting the back of my hand to my forehead in a woah-was-me way.

Russell gives a hearty laugh and Isabella looks confused.

The man I'm meeting'll set up the game plan and always be available for questions. Drew's the only client that ever set me up with one. I ended up being good friends with mine last time, but Drew relocated her.

I say goodbye to Russell and Isa and return to my car. I drive to Clearys and walk in.

I'm met by a handsome stranger with black buzzed hair and dark brown eyes. He's wearing very nice black business clothes and looks very exotic.

"Jenna?"

I nod.

We shake hands and sit at the bar.

"Down to business. For this assignment your name is Jenna. You went to college at Juilliard and stared in Funny Girl until you quit a year ago. You met a roommate on the street and now work as a professional actress. You were beat as a kid by your father and your mother died when you were twelve. You are now twenty-five," he says skimming around in a serious manner.

"Um, excuse-ed me. That is my life.." I say.

He looks confused and fingers through the file. He lands on a sheet of paper and then examines it much more closely. He stares at me understandably as if light had been flashed into the dark tunnel of his mind.

"That is correct," he says.

"I double then triple checked. Everything is in order. The man you are to be meeting is going to be coming out of his work in one hour," he says.

I nod.

"It was nice meeting you. Here is my phone number if you run into any difficulties. And I'll text you a picture of the address and later I'll send you a picture of the man as instructed. You're first story is up to you to think up," he says.

"Okay, well why not give me a picture right now?" I ask.

"Drew didn't want me to, he wanted it texted minutes before. Don't worry Jenna, it's nothing bad just Drew's dumbass idea of everything needing to go right," he says.

"Okay, well thank you. It was nice meeting you," I smile warmly at him and walk away.