Scherezade had indeed gotten her backed up salaries. She had used an old connection to find a slicer that would do her work for her. He had hacked into the databases of the CIS, removing any hint that she had ever existed there. Her files were replaced with one for a woman by the name of Madalena Antares, Coruscanti-born, a refugee from the recent attempt at glassing the planet. All the little successes Scherezade had in the CIS, all her participations in various battle fields, it had all been credited to Madalena. If anyone tried to check out records, they would found someone who looked right, all of who's records checked out. Madalena had everything that Scherezade did not; credits, happiness, true friends... And a future. Scherezade had given her all of that and more. But Madalena Antares would never know it, as Scherezade deWinter no longer existed.
Presently, Madalena was fantasizing about the food she was about to eat. Maybe she needed more than what had thought she'd order, but... Well, considering her reaction to the food the previous day, perhaps it was better to start smaller. She would just start with the wings, and then if she could handle it, move on to the other, bigger, juicier things.
When Josh said what she'd done...
Madalena's face shot up, the look of surprise on her face. "You're lying!" she accused him, "I would never say that! Just how drunk was I?!"
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