Quentin Grant tickled her under the arms. "How's that?"
Nora Ainsworth squirmed a few times. "Haha, that's nothing."
He attacked with both hands, tickling her until she shrieked with laughter.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, she begged for mercy.
"That was beautiful. How long did you practice to get that good?"
Quentin Grant replied smugly, "Practice? Do I need to? With my natural talent, it was effortless. A piece of cake."
Nora Ainsworth scoffed. "You're not a musician. 'Effortless'? Even professionals wouldn't be so quick to use that word."
"But it really was easy. I mean, who am I? Do you really think something like this would be a challenge for me?" 'He would never tell her that he'd listened to Shawn Warner's original version seven or eight hundred times just to learn that song.'
"Alright, alright, the great President Grant is omnipotent. Oh, that reminds me, was Chloe Marshall Ethan Ellsworth's assistant?"
