Morningstar Manor

This morning Jane had woken up in her bed in the hotel room, with absolutely no recollection of how she'd gotten there. Not only that but her jeans were across the chair by the vanity and her sneakers were underneath that. However, she didn't recall any bad dreams, and the sheets were not all twisted and tangled. She'd felt, for some reason, absolutely fine. Which considering the events of the night before was rather amazing. Today had been the second day of the hearing and it had been even harder for Jane to walk into the courtroom. She would have balked, turned and run, only Muerte and Bomb had been a solid wall behind her. Just as well really, or she would have missed all the fun. Shila had run rings round John's lawyer, her black eye used to stunning effect to overcome almost every objection raised, and leaving Jane totally stunned and unable to take anything in after a couple of hours.

It wasn't until they were back at the hotel that Jane even dared to ask, but then, with a cup of tea in her hands she looked over at Shila, "So, um, I'm not entirely sure, I got lost somewhere before mid-morning I think, but, how did it go in the end? Is it over?"

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Shila was fiercely grinning as they returned to the hotel room that afternoon. "We've got him. When I showed the judge who financed his investment company, I could see in his eyes that Judge Heche knew your soon-to-be-ex had milked you for everything you'd had and everything you ever would."

Jane ventured a smile, she was still reeling emotionally, "I just, I had no idea what he was worth now, I mean, I knew where it started of course, but, I really hadn't thought much beyond protecting my little trust fund." Compared to everything else, it was little now, but it was still hers. "I still can't believe it."

"Believe it, girl. You're going to be able to move into your own penthouse in the Manor when we're done. And make no mistake: men like him, even if he'd had a billion dollars he'd still want to gobble up your trust fund. He never will have enough." She gave that nasty smirk again. "And I will make damn sure he never, ever will."

( An Unwanted Visitor )

Shila, Muerte and Bomb stood just outside the security screening on the way from Jane's gate to the baggage claim. Shila had been a bit upset that the hotel had made a mistake and booked them into a two-bedroom with one bed each room. She didn't let that show, however, as she waited for her client.

Jane was tired, there had been a family with screaming toddlers on the plane, and any hope of sleeping had gone right out of the window as they screamed for the entire flight almost. Jane was almost the last person off the plane, having not wanted to be part of the crush as people rushed to get out. However, she was looking for Shila as she came through security, and smiled a little when she spotted her. The smile faded though as she spotted the two men behind her, or were they waiting for someone else?

Shila stepped up with a grin for Jane. "Welcome to San Diego!" She looked over her shoulder to her two companions, Muerte first, as she introduced them to her. "Jane, this is Muerte, and this is ... heh. Not sayin'."

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Having found a note in her mailbox requesting a meeting, Jane was outside Shila's door at the appointed time, nervous yes, but hoping it was good news. She tapped a little timidly on the door, then pulled herself together and knocked a little harder.

Shila answered the door in a flowing outfit made of several layers of sheer material when she answered the door, glasses on her forehead. "Hello, Jane! How are you?" She stepped back and aside, silently inviting her in.

"A little nervous? I mean, I hope it's good news, but, I'm kind of prepared for it not to be?" Jane walked into the apartment, and paused in the living room doorway. "And I'd almost forgotten we were doing this, so it was a bit of a surprise when you called."

( not quite finished yet! )