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United Chapter 35"Stark Industries, how may I help you?" Came the voice over the phone. Brenna glanced about the deserted computer lab room.
"I need to speak with Mister Stark, please." She stared at the phone book, relieved that she'd picked the right number but afraid that he wouldn't talk to her. He had said that he was a very busy man, said it more than once in fact.
"He is unavailable at this time, may I ask who is calling?"
Her heart fell into her stomach, her bottom lip beginning to tremble when suddenly she realized she knew the voice as Mister Stark's mysterious valet whom she had only heard through the band on Mister Stark's arm. He had spoken to him in the limo, in the hospital, walking down the hallway, in fact he seemed to rely on him for many things, what was his name? She screwed her eyes shut and tried to recall.
"I am Brenna......
United Chapter 34 Brian, Chase and Dylan were leaning against the wall talking, watching other couples file into the gymnasium. "Girls always be late." Brian shook his head. "Where are they?"
Chase scanned the crowd for the hundredth time and was rewarded. "Hey, here they come."
As they got closer, Chase muttered, "Holy shit, would you look at Brenna." he held out his hand and she took it in hers as he looked her over. "Bren, baby, you are a goddess."
Brenna flushed pink, "Chase, I am not all that." though she was flattered that he thought so, "You look so handsome though. I love your suit." Chase grimaced. Miss Munro had insisted that all the guys dress semi formal for the first dance of the season at least and suits were acceptable but he was taking off the jacket and loosening the collar as soon as possible.
"You wanna go inside?"
United Chapter 33 "Invisible: Mental Illness and the Search for the Cure" He mouthed the title of the book in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel suite studying the dust jacket photo of himself on the back cover.
He had wrestled with the title for months, had, in fact, nearly finished the second edit when, one night, in his study, he had been reading through a chapter. The television hung over the fireplace had been tuned to a retro channel, turned down low for background noise. He couldn't even recall the show. He was pretty sure it was a seventies serial like "Marcus Welby" but he'd not taken the time to make sure, so excited was he when the dialogue he was listening to sparked something within his mind.
He could, however, recall the few short sentences being spoken, backed by an antiquated score.
"To fix a broken bone, repair a damaged heart
United Chapter 32 She sat on the bleachers that next day in the gymnasium, doing homework and watching Professor Logan teach his self defense class. She had asked to be excused when in fact she had found blood staining the toilet paper that morning. Now she only wished she were back in bed with that wonderful invention Sophie had introduced her to, a heating pad. It helped her every time as she was loathe to take any of the little white pills that Chase called ibuprofen, worrying that it would make her sick just as some of the food had done in the beginning. She was starting to be able to tolerate more of it as time went on and her body adjusted to the additives. Chase had told her that wasn't always a good thing.
She heard the door to her left creak open. She could see Logan's eyes shift to the sound though he didn't stop talking to the class. Chase slid into the room and seeing her on the bleachers, crept up beside her and sat down. He had not met
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