V: Hey, have you heard the news?

Felicia: What?

V: The strike's over, or it's about to be.

Mac: How? What happened?

V: Well, I don't know the details.

Mac: Excuse me.

Felicia: Did you decide on Mac's job offer?

V: Yes -

Felicia: And?

V: And no.

Felicia: Oh.

V: I got to go.

Felicia: Huh.

Jax: Hey, V, how was your day at the spa? I swear you are glowing.

V: Well, it was wonderful, but I quit. Jax: What? V: Well, one minute I have mud on my face and this masseuse working me over, and the next, Mac barges in and announces that he wants to hire me for a special police task force.	Jax: I see. So you're leaving me.

V: I'm torn. I want to go, but I want to stay.

Jax: Well, I'd certainly miss you if you left.

V: Then I should stay.

Jax: You should do whatever makes you happy. I know from experience you have a knack for that kind of work.

V: Then I'll go, but I'll give two weeks' notice. No, no, no, no, two months' notice just to make sure that I'm sure that he's sure.

Jax: V, this is clearly something that you need and want to do. That glow has nothing to do with the spa.

V: Are you sure?

Jax: I'm positive. Go, Venus. Go and shine.	V: Thanks, Jax. You're one in a million.

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