Was that a ploy to win?” Felicity crossed her ankles where they rested against the bottom rung of the stool. “I took a chance. I don’t plan on going home, but if I do, I want to leave here having learned a thing or two.” “Was there some trouble with another contestant?” the cameraman asked. Felicity looked uncomfortable. “Let’s just say I think some people are going to try to win this thing not based on their own merits, but by being underhanded.” She nodded at her own words. Her curls moved with her head. “But the more people try to hold me back, the more I kick and the faster I run. I’m walking out of here with that contract and the money, without pulling any dirty stunts. Just write me a check.” She grinned. “You two again? Let me guess … top two.” Dez’s features contained no trace of its earlier friendliness as Victor and Felicity reentered the loft. “Yea, but she won this time.” Victor nodded his head in Felicity’s direction and headed to the little table.
