She carried a blonde wig and seemed in a hurry.
"That's Chandra," said John. "When she saw us bringing in a vanload of
blondes, she got curious. We put her on the payroll for this event to keep her
quiet."
"This is where I get off," said Mandi, pointing at a side door. "See you
later, guys."
As Mandi headed for the door, John said, "She'll put on one of our homespun
uniforms and join the other contestants after Phyllis fixes her face."
Cade gave John the fisheye and asked, "There's no way she can win, is
there?"
Shaking his head, John smilingly said, "Sorry, but no. The best she can hope
for is third or fourth."
"Have the judges already picked the winner?"
Again shaking his head, John said, "No, just one loser in particular. We
didn't see any need to fix things past that."
"What's the prize?"
"There are three. First is five hundred bucks, a free pass to next year's
convention, and some publicity. Second prize is a free pass and two-fifty. Third
is one-fifty and a free pass." He shrugged and added, "And our actors are
getting a hundred bucks each, win or lose."
Stopping by the second set of ballroom doors, John said, "This is your
station.
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