An hour later you are sitting in the back of your Cadillac. As it arrives at the Millennium Ballroom, you are surprised to see that Electra Jones opens its door for you.
"Electra? You're my chaperone for the evening?"
"Only as far as the door," she says, with a warm smile. "I'll be backstage most of the evening. Just wanted to show my face."
"How thoughtful."
"Brett has a team inside," she continues, climbing the venue's wide steps with you. "Any problems, give a wave. We'll have a pair of eyes on you all night."
"Are you expecting any problems?"
"No. But I prefer not to leave these things to chance."
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