Between her client, Dustin's cageyness and having to interrogate an unpleasant and now incarcerated mana-jerk, Mina believed the rock and a hard place metaphor wasn't enough to define her misery, she had to invent a new metaphor. But that has to wait.

For she still believed in the law and in herself, and she knew she had to uphold the law to prove herself as a quality lawyer.

Upon asking the Chief where Ms. Cilan was, she briskly walked to the other detention center. The chief sent an officer to retrieve Ms. Cilan and they sat at a metal desk across from Mina. The mana-jerk was in her denim jacket and pants, with her dark hair still tied up in a bun, but now minus those sunglasses that shielded her eyes. Her narrowed eyes, bright green like Ashley's reminded her why she disliked Ms. Cilan to the core.

Still, she had to make sure she remained on top of her game, no matter what kind of daggers Ms. Cilan would throw with her eyes.

"Well well," she said, coldly. "The attorney on the wrong side of justice. What can I do for you?"

Mina's nostrils flared and she takes a deep breath. "Inner zen, inner zen," she muttered, repeating the wisdom from her pilates class.

"Coming to gloat?" Penny Cilan asked with her penetrating eyes. "You're gonna be wanted big-time in Gollywood, now that you help scoundrels get off scot free."

Mina loudly went "mmmm" to drown out the barbs and when she opened her eyes, she opened her mind too.

"Ms. Cilan," she said professionally. "I am here not because I wish to gloat. I wish to find something out. Something my client isn't telling me that I feel will provide a lead on this case."

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"Well," Cilan said, "It's Dustin. He keeps his private life guarded more than a previous jewel. And more viciously than a pit bull guard dog. Of course you wouldn't get anything out of him."

Mina let out an exasperated sigh. "Yesh. Most of the info in the tabloids about him is meaningless and quite trivial trivia. His favorite kind of bubblegum is strawberry flavored and he always loves to wear a suit and tie even when he goes to the supermarket. He also likes mirrors...especially when they reflect himself."

Cilan's growled. "Of course, because of the tabloids really knew what he was up to, even they wouldn't want the dirt on it. It reeks that much."

"Well then," Mina said, holding a finger to her lip with a coy smile. "That's why I've come to ask you a question. But it's not about him. It's about you..."

For once, the mana-jerk's eyes widened, and they no longer shared their half lidded smugness. "Me?! What could you possibly want with me?"

"Well," Mina said. "It's about your occupation. You see, I heard you used to work for Whitney Stabs, an insignificant person who just so happens to be his ex and also the Princess of Pretty Pop!"

Penny Cilan's jaw dropped open. "How'd you hear that?"

"Straight from the heart-throbs mouth!" Mina nodded. "Now kindly, tell me why you went from Whitney to Dustin like some fair weather fan."

Ms. Cilan bit her lip and looked down. There was some darkness in her eyes. "I'm no fair weather fan...Quite frankly, I threw myself into the eye of the hurricane!"

"You see..." Ms. Cilan said and she reached into her jacket pocket. She removed a signed autograph courtesy of Whitney Stabs herself. It was scrawled upon her third album "Oh No, Not Again!"

Ms. Cilan's cold emerald eyes twinkled brightly like they had become replaced with golden stars. "I am secretly a Whitney Witch! And president of her first fan club! I've been there through her Once More Agains, and her On No Not Agains!"

Mina's mouth dropped open in amazement. "What the zowie?! This is a twist I never saw coming in a million years! A cold and passionless mana-jerk is actually a secret devoted fangirl! But why then...why are you working for Dustin?!"

"Because..." Penny exclaimed in a much peppier and ditzy voice. "I knew that villain had sabotaged my poppy princess's career!"