Shana drags Kyle to her car, a red convertible, and starts driving back to her home at insane speeds. Once he's in the car, your brother realizes he probably doesn't have the device. He fell on top of it when Shana smashed into him on the stairs. Unless she picked it up, it's probably still there. All that weight, and that huge discharge... There was a good chance it was broken. They might actually be stuck like this. 'I'll have to come clean to Luke when I regain control of the situation. I'm sure he'll forgive me and help.'
Shana doesn't say much on the drive, she is just driving like a nutcase, weaving between traffic and blowing through intersections without hesitation. "So, Shana... Don't you think you should start drilling me on what I should say during the interview?"
Shana lets loose a cackle, "Excuse me? You want me to teach you everything about myself in ten minutes? Like I could do that, or I'd even trust you to remember anything. I just need you here with my body, I'll take care of the rest."
"Uh... Ok..." Kyle was surprised by how cool-headed Shana was about this but not surprised by how controlling she was.She would probably just slip him an earpiece.
Shana drove down the driveway of her mansion at about 60 miles per hour, and stopped on a dime right in front of the entrance.She leaped out over the door while Kyle meekly opened it and followed. Shana casually tossed the keys at a man in a black suit. "Take care of it, Peter," and rushed your brother inside with her.
An older man immediately approached, eyes locked on Kyle. "Shana! Where on Earth have you been? The interviewer will be here any minute now! And who is this boy?"
"Daddy, it's me, Shana. We don't have time to explain, but I ran into this guy at school and we switched bodies. We're just going to have to find a way to get through the interview with him."
Her father drops his jaw, and starts turning red. "I... Wha...Who do.... YOU!!"
Shana sighs, and rolls her eyes. "We don't have time for this little temper tantrum right now, Dad. I'm your daughter."
Shana leans in, and whispers into her father's ear. His expression quickly softens, and then he embraces Kyle's body in a hug, "Oh, pumpkin, this is dreadful. Are you ok in that... that body?"
So much for living it up in the rich life for a while...
"Okay, I have a plan."
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