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Blinding innocence Episode 1 Jefferson McMahon came out of his apartment usual cigar in mouth, just as Annika Jordan came out of hers. She started right at him, her eyes saying all the words. Die. She hissed, sending chills down Jefferson's spine. You deserve to and you know it. She glared one last I stare and began to turn around to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. The world does not evolve around you and you know it. He replied. She looked down at his hand on her wrist. Maybe I'll just get my lawyer to sue your ass off for harassment. You want harassment? I'll give you harassment. And he took the cigar out of his mouth and threw it at Annika. Damn you. You burned my cheek and ah. She screamed and found the cigar had fallen into her coat pocket and began to smolder. As it flared up, it began spreading throughout her coat and caught her pants on fire. Literally. You can say she was hot. Oh God help me. I'll burn to death. She screamed, jumping around the hallway, doing a new type of dance. Jefferson went to the fire extinguisher and sprayed it at Annika, putting out the fire. Jefferson began to laugh really hard because she looked like crap the way her attitude was. Jefferson was laughing so hard he didn't seem to notice Annika walking towards him with a taser. She stuck it into his chest, zapped him while also slapping him across the face. All of this was so surprising he fell to the floor. He saw what happened and started to laugh even harder. Annika was now extremely angry and stormed back into her apartment to call the doctor, but instead she sat on the couch and started crying. The door slammed behind her, making enough noise for everyone in the apartment to hear. The door across from Annika's apartment opened and an attractive young woman came walking out. She was tall, slim, and her black eyeliner gave her an oriental look. Her dark hair was pulled back and slick, shining in the hallway. Her name? Cynthia Andrews. What's happening out here? I could have sworn I heard screaming? She asked, her voice sensual. It was Annika, Jefferson said. What are you doing on the floor? She had a taser. Are you okay? She bent over and helped Jefferson up. You're shaking a little bit. I had volts of electricity shot through me. But worst of all, she slapped me while she was doing Sounds like she was in her usual witchy mood. He relaxed his shoulders and released a sigh. I his tension released from his previous dispute. She said that she could sue me for harassment, so I threw my cigar at her. It landed in her coat pocket and started smoldering. Her pants smoldered also, so I took the extinguisher and stopped the fire before she had any severe burns. She was a mess. Oh, she deserves whatever you throw at her, cynthia said. She looked funny. I was laughing too hard. But that was when she attacked me with a Taser. Well, you don't look too bad. As if no damage ever occurred, Cynthia purred. She smoothed out her burgundy skirt, fixed her cordovan leather jacket, and offered her hand to Jefferson. Well, I'm off to lunch. Would you like to join me? That is, unless you have other plans. She trailed off, looking down. Sure. I was going to visit Julie at the hospital, but I could take a detour. The hospital called. They said she woke up, cynthia said, linking her arm around Jefferson's. His height still couldn't be reached even by her three inch heels. She gazed at the salt and pepper flecks of age that were starting to show in his sideburns. She still didn't know his official age, but then again, she lied about hers all the time. Well, if she's not laying in the bed unconscious, I don't need to do her a pity visit. Well, why don't you visit her when she comes home and just come to lunch with me? My treat, she said, winking. She grabbed his arm tighter and walked down the hall past the broken elevator to a very expensive lunching restaurant.