Man, this took forever! Sorry! Here’s the Charlie’s Angels prompt.
“David Ainsworth,” Quinn read from her folder. “This guy is like…disgustingly rich.”
“And always looking for ways to get richer, apparently,” Mercedes said, her eyes scanning the paperwork.
“I take it he’s not the good guy in this situation,” Tina mumbled, looking at the photos of the person of interest, who never seemed to smile.
“That’s right, girls,” the voicebox on the table buzzed. “I gathered you here because we have a tip that Ainsworth may try to assassinate Thomas Daniels at his annual dinner party.”
“Thomas Daniels…as in MicroCenters Daniels?” Mercedes asked, raising an eyebrow.
“His competition,” Quinn chimed in once it clicked.