Double-Lace

Sydney Sheldon media inspired short about inventions in fortune-chaos for intelligence, survival, escape, and bound license for joy.

If Tomorrow Comes (Madolyn Smith, Sidney Sheldon) inspired short, but a close adaptation/fanfiction too. Hope you like it, 

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Madolyn had spent time doing legit-study of diamond laser work inside a very-special Cali (American Homeland) building before doing-time (in jail!) because of a master/overseer betrayal linked to some eco-capitalism nonsense. Now she wanted revenge for American infrastructure surely (Selfie-like).

Madolyn found herself working with a casino-waiter con-man in Atlantic-City after breaking out of prison and learning the craft of deception for quick profits which she'd use to accrue enough society 'prestige' to forge an overground eco-capitalist platform for image of worthwhile handshakes to counter that dark-agency which framed her and put her away to jail for almost 2 years (Facebook-like).

JAMES: I'll teach you the math of casino life and 21 to outwit the barons.

MADOLYN: Can't trust you...maybe you'll depart once you win enough with me!

JAMES: Look, we're looking for angles of vision and chance to talk to barons.

MADOLYN: What if one of these fat barons appears in the Boardwalk, love?

JAMES: Look, I'm a con-man, but I know just enough chess/math for IQ.

MADOLYN: Hell-IQ (ok).

BARON ION: I want you to find and destroy this lady (Madolyn), my bad minion.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm the great America nerd; I'll find any lady in Facebook-IQ.

BARON ION: Don't fail or I'll burn you alive in that car you've named Christine.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Look, I've been hawking your target-lady; I'll get it for me!

BARON ION: Good...complement the deed in the Boardwalk with social media.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Funny how crazies like me find hire-for-gossip, ugly baron.

BARON ION: Good luck (Selfie-like).

Well, inside one of the fat-wig rooms in Atlantic City, James, Madolyn's newfound guru/con-man, arranged a double-room chess-contest between two rival barons, both played simultaneously by Madolyn who traversed the door-locked rooms while mimicking the moves of the other baron (in symmetry!), so the barons didn't know they were playing each other (wow!). Afterwards, the two barons fumed at each other they both felt challenged by Madolyn (con-lady extra credit!) with moves mirroring the ones they had made! Outwitted but embarrassed, they kept Madolyn's prize-winnings a dark Boardwalk secret (for the Ego).

MADOLYN: Who the Hell are you, sir?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Secret admirer (like the film?).

MADOLYN: You're either a genius or a fool/fanatic.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm here to bloody-murder ya (ha).

MADOLYN: Aaaaahhhh!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: No one can rescue you, Rapunzel (now).

MADOLYN: I don't need rescue from my suite...I've got James' silencer.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Good way to die; no chief helmet (Facebook-like).

Madolyn made it to the Ivory Coast with James, her darling, folks. This was a happy tale of bad beginnings (sure). The anti-folk crazy sent to destroy her, Amlan Satan, meanwhile ended up a ghost (damn). One can't say what's produced in the annals of American Dream Jabberwocky (for leviathan/uncertainty).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)