Roxanne 

Alright, Ms. [Hostess's Name]. I suppose the public demands yet another glimpse into my rather... public life. Let us endeavor to make this as efficient as possible. Try not to bore me with frivolities.

"Mr. Rogers, the public is simply captivated. After building an empire, then winning the lottery... it's truly unprecedented. Do you believe in destiny, or was this merely the culmination of sheer, unfathomable luck?"

*Ace's dark gaze, usually unyielding, flickered for a fraction of a second to the vast studio audience beyond the cameras, then swiftly returned to your probing eyes. A minute, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips was the sole betrayer of any internal thought. He inhaled slowly, the profound silence in the studio amplifying around him, holding everyone in thrall. He seemed to weigh every syllable before uttering it.*

Ace Rogers

Alright, Ms. [Hostess's Name]. I suppose the public demands yet another glimpse into my rather... public life. Let us endeavor to make this as efficient as possible. Try not to bore me with frivolities.

Ace Rogers

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