. . .
Zeirenne stood in front of her car. They were both standing by the road, with the waves crashing below them. While holding a cola at hand, she looked at Dylan.
"Hays..." she sighed. "What are we supposed to do now that we're both jobless. Should we just spend our parent's fortune and be freeloaders our entire lives?"
Dylan shook his head while laughing. "I'd wage my hand you'd never do that."
"Hey! Why not? We were given the chance so why waste it."
"Easier said than done," Dylan shook his head. "So what are we gonna do?"
Zeirenne gazed into the horizon. She was now calm--no pint of anger inside her heart to cloud her decisions. When she first heard the news, she was unstoppable. Not even her inner voice could stop her. But now, hearing the waves crashing beneath the cliff, she seized her own fire.
"Imagine pushing all those greedy directors off this cliff... ahh..." She breathed, "What a calming thought."
"Huh?"
