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Sorry I’m late again.
I do figure that I am close enough though. I hope so anyway. Now then, off to the mall.
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“Paradise
Shopping Center, Clothing Sector,”
Nesia told the taxi.
“An excellent choice,” the taxi
said as it took off. “Paradise
Shopping Center is the largest mall
in the universe. There are over 100
stores for apparel and…”
Nesia let the taxi drone on as she
looked out the window, not understanding why people would come on a vacation to
shop at a mall. She had chosen Paradise
purely on its size. If she was having a
secret meeting, it seemed logical that it would be at a place with lots of
people. Easier to blend in the crowd and
all that. The high end store was not
going to offer her enough privacy, and Derringer Mall was strictly a mall.
Paradise was
practically its own theme park. It
certainly brought in as much, if not more, money than many of the resorts. And like everything else on the planet,
behind all of the owners and contracts, it was controlled by the Asuraeson
Family. There may be a ruling council
and there may be different corporations that have their different hotels and
cruises and immersion activities, but what the average person did not realize
was that Lord Asuraeson was the final word in everything on the planet.
Nesia sighed and leaned her head
back. She did not want to dwell on that
thought. Being engaged to the most well
known, powerful, and richest families in the universe was a little
unnerving. She honestly would rather
play with cards, even though she was lousy at that. Nesia snickered at that last thought. Unsure what had inspired it or really what
was so funny about it. It was like
laughing at an inside joke she could not remember. She knew the punch line was funny, but she
could not remember what had started it.
“We have arrived at Paradise
Shopping Center,” the taxi beeped
sternly and probably for the tenth time.
“Please respond and exit or I will have to assume you need medical
attention.”
She got out of the taxi in record
time. Last thing Nesia wanted was more
medial attention. Artificial cars were
smart, but they were still robots. She
had heard stories of people passing out drunk and the taxis dumping them off at
the nearest hospital and charging their credit account triple for the trip and
“services rendered”. It also happened to
old people who just happened to fall asleep, and to people her age who were
busy on a phone and missed the last warning.
The mall was bustling, of course,
and according to the posters there would be a concert in the northwest food
court at eleven. Nesia walked freely in
the crowd, but her ears stayed pricked for mentions of Kate or Mark or anything
that would give her a clue. She was not
some popular celebrity, but she was rich and her looks were known by at least a
quarter of the universal population.
All she heard was a few comments
about her outfit. Some people liked it,
calling it the new look, and others thought she had sent her clothes through a
shedder. She had used scissors, so they
were close enough.
Nesia sighed as she grabbed a small
booklet that served as the mall map and store guides. She was in the clothing section of the mall,
and she had no idea which store to go to.
The only clue she had to go on was slip shirt. She could cross out several stores based on
those two words alone. She also crossed
out all of the gender specific stores.
Mark was a male name so it would be easier to meet on even ground. No kids or maternity stores either.
She was still left with several
places to try, but none were sparking her memory. She would just have to wander each store to
see if anything was familiar or not.
Shrugging to herself, Nesia quickly outline the route she would take to
hit all of the stores as quickly as possible.
It was a half hour to ten and she had a lot of ground to cover.
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What path does she take?
1 – Major department stores, Clothing only stores, the
pajama store
2 – The pajama store, major department store, Clothing only
stores
3 – Clothing only stores, the pajama store, major department
stores
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