Jamie pushed the food around on her plate, not wanting to have dinner at this restaurant but wanting to support her girlfriend. It was like a scene out of the sort of movie Jamie didn't care about: she was dressed up, in a fancy restaurant, with violin music playing in the background. All of the wealthy social elite of Cobalt City sat at other tables. Or, at least, Jamie assumed they were the wealthy elite. Jamie wouldn't know how to tell if they were the wealthy elite on a good day. And this wasn't a very good day.

Across from her at the table, beyond an array of gleaming silverware, fine china, and crystal wine glasses filled with Coke, sat Parker. Neither she nor Jamie were dressed as they would prefer, but the clothes had been bought and paid for by someone else. Jamie was dressed in...

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