Vignettes.

I worked the angle until I couldn't work it any more. At some point they were going to catch on to me. Nothing was done unless it was carefully planned, and nothing was said unless it was equally thought out. Sometimes, I'd have to pause for a split second, before words would come from my brain to my mouth, to see if it was the right thing to say. Most times, it was. A few times, it wasn't. Most of the time, though, I knew what to say and when to say it. That's how I knew I was becoming the facade I was portraying.