Denise Brewster, a 35-year old businesswoman who worked for Richard McMillan (in this new reality, he had no family, no wife, no children) at the Lake Point branch of McMillan Tech Industries, was walking down the aisle of a local grocery store, picking up a few items for her date that night. Denise was sexy, but she was also domineering, liking to control the men she dated. And that included planning every little detail of every date, to make sure it was exactly what she wanted.
As she pushed her cart towards the check-out line, she got a phone call. She checked the caller ID, but the name didn't sound familiar. Regardless, she answered it anyway.
"Hey, dear, it's me, Nadie," a woman with a British accent said. Denise didn't recognize the voice. "I was wondering if we could talk real quick. It's about Quill. She's being more distant than normal. I was wondering if you had any thoughts about how to handle her."
"I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong number," Denise said. Then she hung up.
Back at her house, Nadie was confused. She was sure she had the right number. And the voice of the person she talked to did sound like Denise, her lesbian partner. She shrugged and put it behind her. Denise would be back soon anyway, so she'd just discuss Quill with her then.
