He wasn't used to that. He suspected that it had something to do with the fact that his last public speaking engagement had ended with a bullet puncturing his chest. He was in the same building where they'd held the press conference, although now it had been redecorated into a fairly cozy set where the interview would take place. Various members of the television crew were scurrying around, finishing all of the last-minute setup. Donald Mandigan was seated against the far wall, having his makeup done. "You'll do fine," said Veronica, placing a reassuring hand on Stanley's shoulder. "I know." "Just be eighty percent yourself and everyone will love you," she said with a wink, as she left to discuss something with Brant. Stanley fidgeted with his tie. He wasn't in a three-piece suit this time, but rather a light blue dress shirt and dark blue slacks. He thought he looked pretty good in it, all things considered, but he just wasn't a tie man. "Three minutes!" announced one of the stagehands.
