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It's kind of late to ask since you've already invited the chick. "Don't call her that. It's disgusting." Well, she's not tall enough to be a giraffe. I wouldn't consider ya'll a pride of lions, maybe a pace of asses. "Don't insult my friend." So, how'd the lone wolf get here?

"Uber. And stop with the stupid name calling." Where do you live? Mal asked Alex. "I had a roommate in San Sequoia, but now I'm homeless." I told her she can stay with me, I have an extra room. "She didn't like me or what I do, so she told me I had to go."

Alex phone rang...

She answered with a frowning face but a fake-cheery voice. "Hello?... Who is this?... Oh, you... I remember you like to do that thing... Wassup?... "Well, yeah, it's been a while." "Thought you had forgotten about me. When do you want to meet?... I'll have to check my schedule."

How much to do what? Well, double that number and let me think about it. But, no promises. Okay. Yes. What's your name again? "Diego Lobo." The caller responded. Alex hung up and frowned out the window. Malcolm knew that look. That silence.....

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30 minutes later...

Malcolm reached for his gun, but Penny appeared at the entrance, a shadow carrying a Foxbury backpack. Penny wasn't dressed like that when Malcolm dropped her off. She was dressed like she was going to a party at the Mayor's House.

Now, she rocked a freezer bunny hoodie, skinny jeans, colorful socks, and some Goth galore skippies. Mal assumed the elegant wear was in the backpack. He turned the timer off as Penny stopped mid-driveway. A woman caught up with her.

Minorities standing around in one of SM's preferred zip codes... turned into a white sims bullhorn. Mal waved for Penny to hurry the fuck up. Penny headed towards the car, the other woman right on her heels, carrying a suitcase. The woman looked Latina.

She also wore a freezer bunny hoodie, black jeans, and ballet flats. She had dark eyebrows; her hair was bleach blonde.

"Good evening." Alex smiled.

Penny: Alex, this is Malcolm Landgraab. Alex nodded and evaluated Malcolm very quickly, then yielded a dazzling smile.

Her smile could lure a sim to the watcher or to the gallows. Alex laughed, "Penny, is this handsome sim your partner?"

Penny: We're just neighbors. I hire him as a chauffer-bodyguard when I work. Malcolm didn't see another ride pull up, so he asked.

Mal: What's going on?

Penny turned to Malcolm, "She's rolling with us."

Mal: Ass, gas, or cash, and I don't accept the first two.

Penny: Stop popping off at the mouth and open the trunk so we can put our stuff in Miss Man. Malcolm stuffed their bags in the trunk and regarded the females.

They both smelled freshly showered and sweet like trouble. Alex took the backseat while Penny sat upfront.

Westbound traffic in the Spice District was horrible, which was par for the course, day or night. "Hope you don't mind my coworker tagging along."

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Penny: Come on, now, Mal. My rent isn't free, and tuition isn't gonna pay for itself. "Time and a half or call an Uber."

Penny: You're a jerk, Mal. "You know what you are?" Mal, retorted.

"FUCK YOU!" Penny shouted.

And then....

*CLICK*...

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Penny: There are three other woojons here by the hour. They were here first. "Are they trying to stay?" Mal asked.

Penny: You know I have to pay my rent and tuition for next term. " The next hour, I wait will be at my overtime rate." Mal responded.

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Penny eventually returned to the line... and caught her breath.

Penny: Clients want another hour.

"Who are they?" Mal asked.

Penny: Corporate heads from a big-time casting agency, getting bubble blasted talking shit about actors. "Get paid first." Mal responded.

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"Your cockeyed momma eats Newcrest food and farts the third verse of the simnational anthem."

"I hope you're wrapping up in there."

"One second." Said Penny. She put Malcolm on hold long enough for him to make it back to his car.

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By the third ring, he was ready to head inside Waterside Warble. Ready to kick down the front door, but then Penny answered. Malcolm took a breath but didn't turn back around. He heard music, laughter, and erotic moans in the background. Malcolm used the "CODE PHRASE."

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Moments Later...

The timer on Malcolms' iPhone went off. An hour had passed, with no response from Penny. Feeling ill at ease, Mal called her cell. First ring - no answer. By the second ring, he had stepped out the car with his snub-nosed revolver.

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Those were the same babysitters, butlers, and maids who cleaned their homes, tended to their children, and cooked their five course meals. Malcolm's phone buzzed. A text from his dad. "Hey, I missed your video call. I'm not sure if it's in error. Hope all is well with you.

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Malcolm lived in the prestigious Fashion District neighborhood, a skylined city, a heavy melanated area of San Myshuno. It's a luxurious bubble, the type of place where sims complain about neighborhood action plans, babysitters, butlers, and maids.

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