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[[Dwayne and Trent are seated at a fancy restaurant in their best suits. Dwayne looks apprehensive and is giving Trent the evil-eye. Trent is buttoning his cufflinks, looking relaxed.]]
Dwayne: Now Trent, don't forget that Goodman Rubber is one of our oldest, most faithful clients, so don't screw this up...
Trent: Dwayne, Dwayne, Dwayne...

[[Dwayne is still giving Trent the evil-eye. Trent turns to Dwayne and smiles greasily.]]
Trent: You sound like a man who hasn't learned the value of TRUST...
Dwayne: You tried to drop a safe on my head.
Trent: I rest my case.

[[Mr. Jones of Goodman Rubber enters; Dwayne shakes his hand.]]
Dwayne: Hello, Mr. Jones...
Mr. Jones: Dwayne Duncan! It's so good to see GPF Software back in business! We certainly missed you...

Dwayne: Thank you, Sir. May I present our new Marketing Director, Trent Terrell.
[[Trent smiles greasily again.]]
Mr. Jones: Mr. Terrell, nice to meet you. I assume you're taking over for Miss Trueheart?

[[Trent points to hmself. Mr. Jones frowns, thinking aloud.]]
Trent: Yes, I'll--
Mr. Jones: She was such an interesting young girl. A pretty gal, and so sweet and helpful. It's quite sad that she fell in with that wrong crowd...

Trent: Obviously, we'll have to start things with a clean slate...
[[Dwayne is unimpressed with Trent's comment. Mr. Jones smiles again.]]
Mr. Jones: I almost set her up with my son once. Why, I bet she'd be just your type, Mr. Terrell...