"I'm running away from my husband." "I'm homeless." "I killed my sister.." "I robbed a bank." "I love the challenge." Mandalay leaned back in her plush office chair, fingers steepled. That had been the hundredth time she'd seen these clips, each time only furthered her excitement. The billion dollar woman swirled her glass of Merlot before brining it to her full, red lips. "Gems aren't they?" She asked her assistant Sam, who stood nervously beside her. "Miss Clouk, I don't fully under-" "It's not for you to understand Mr. Chatman. What I'm creating is far above your pay grade." Mandalay silenced him, flicking her wrist to send Sam on his way. Placing her glass down by the flute she picked up a file with a bark blue pentagon etched on the front. "I can't wait to get started.."