"We'll put on a show for the interviewer, and make it look like I'm sick," Shana says. "If he can get through a couple minutes before we convince her I'm sick, we'll be able to reschedule no problem. It'll make me look better for trying to do the interview even in poor health."
"Excellent plan, Shana." Her father claps his hand, and one of their butlers materializes. "I need you to whip up something to make Shana appear to be ill, with utmost haste. Nothing harmful, of course. Just to give her a little reaction." The servant bows, and departs.
Shana and her father begin speaking again, ignoring Kyle entirely, forcing him to interrupt. "Excuse me, I don't need to be drugged. Slip me one of your servant's earpieces and just feed me the answers."
"No offense, but I don't even trust you to pretend to be sick. I don't trust you to carry out my interview. Besides, it would be super awkward if you sat there while I fed you the answer before you can repeat it. If you can even remember whole sentences at a time. To get into this school, you need to have a quick wit."
Kyle copies Shana's stance, and mannerism as he responds. He rolls his eyes. "Uh, excuse me, but I'll have you know that I. Am in the drama club. Acting is nothing for me. And it's not like Shana White is some wallflower. I've seen you. I know what you're like. You demand the attention of everyone in any room you walk into. I can act like you, without breaking a nail." He rests a hand on his hip, "So what do you think?"
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