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Violet and Ian…7

“What are we going to do with him?” asked Violet, driving down a country road.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“He really hates Ian.  He thinks he killed his son.”

“What?” he said, turning to the man in the back seat. “You think Ian had Johnny killed?”

“The man who killed his son was short, had blonde hair and a scar down the left side of his face, from his ear to his chin.”

“WHAT?” shouted the man in the back seat.  “How do you know this?”

“I can just see it,” said Violet, honestly.  “I can see that you know him, the killer, I mean.”

“Is what she’s saying true?” asked Jimmy.

The man nodded.  “I know him.  I trusted him.”

“Uh,” said Violet.  “He wants to kill you too.  I wouldn’t get in your car and just start it.”

“I need to go home,” said the man.

“He doesn’t want to kill Ian anymore,” she said, relief in her voice.

“I have to take care of some things,” he mumbled.  “I need to make a call.”

Jimmy put down his gun and returned his phone.

“It’s me,” he said.  “Tell Simon I want to talk to him in my office in two hours.”  Then he hung up.

Violet turned the car around and headed back to the city.  “I’m sorry you feel so bad,” she said, softly.  “It’s a terrible thing to be betrayed by someone you trusted.”

“He was like a son to me.”

“That was the problem,” she said.  “He wanted to be your only son.”

Jimmy sighed and turned forward.  “Take him to where we picked him up.”

They dropped him off and Jimmy got into the drivers seat.  They drove for a short while and he pulled into an underground garage.  They walked to the elevator and went to the seventeenth floor, which opened onto a foyer.  “This is your place,” he said, smiling.

“You have to be kidding.”

“Come on,” he said, leading her into the sunken living room with floor to ceiling windows.  The balcony is amazing.  You’re bedroom is over there, through the small hallway.  There’s a library and a top-of-the line kitchen.  Oh, and there’s a spare room for an office or guest room.  I’ll show you.”  He opened the door and a small white dog sat looking up at her.”

“Mine?”

“Yours,” he laughed.  She doesn’t have a name yet.  She’s a mutt, since Ian thought that’s what you would like.”

She nodded and sat down on the floor.  She held out her hand and the dog sniffed her fingers then wagged her tail.  “I’m in love,” she whispered, pulling the dog into her arms.

“Your staff lives downstairs.  They are on twenty-four hour call.  If you’re hungry just ring Melvin.  Sally does the cleaning and anything else you need to have done.”

“No.  I can’t have staff.  That’s insane.”

“They like their jobs.  They get to live here and you won’t be a lot to take care of, so just be happy.”

“I just eat cheese sandwiches and cookies that come in packages.”

“He’ll be horribly disappointed,” said Jimmy smiling.

“Chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Anything you like.”

“Do you live here?”

“No. I live blow Ian’s place.”

“Twenty-four seven?”

He nodded.

“Will you stay over night tonight?”

“Excuse me?”

“We can watch a movie, or play cards.  You know, first night in a new place.  Killer and I would like the company.”

“Killer?  The dog weighs four pounds and looks like a dandelion after it has bloomed.”

“I’m going to get her a black collar with studs.”

“If you say so.”

“Do you think the guy we picked up will tell others about my…about the things I saw?”

“No.  That information is valuable and he knows Ian wouldn’t like it.”

“I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”

“He would be dead, if you had remained silent and the man who killed his son would have gotten away with what he did.”

She nodded.  “I think Ian’s going to be…”

“He’ll be fine.  So, are you going to live here?  Or, do you want to go back to Ian’s?”

A white cat crawled out from under a table and stretched.

“She’s your’s too,” he snickered.

“Snowball, for sure,” she said.  “Ian must have really wanted me out of his house to make this so perfect.”

“No, he wants you safe and happy.  Besides, this way you two can have sleepovers.”

Violet and Ian…

Jimmy made three trips from the car, into Ian’s place.

“OMG,” moaned, Violet.  “Too much stuff.”

Jimmy laughed.  “He wants you to look great and be happy.”

“I looked okay before and I was happy without all of this,” she said, staring at the bags and boxes.

“The rest is being delivered.”

She moaned again.

“Just enjoy it,” he said.  “It will make him happy to see you happy.”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed.  “Thank you for today,” she releasing him.

“You’re welcome.  It was fun.”

Muffing walked over to the bags and started sniffing around.

Violet smiled and grabbed a bag.  “I didn’t forget you,” she laughed, pulling dog toys out of a bag.  Jemma and Joan ran over and grabbed toys for themselves, as well.  Jack and Jill sat quietly on the sofa until Violet threw two feathered mice into the air. They jumped at exactly the same time and batted them to the floor.   Then they looked at each other and settled down on the cushion, their jobs done.

“And this,” she said, holding out a small blue bag, “is for you.”

“For me?” he asked, taking the bag.  He pulled out a blue box and opened it.  it was a silver link bracelet from Tiffany’s.

She took it from him and put it on his wrist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He grabbed her and hugged her.

“Am I interrupting something,” asked Ian, humor in his voice.

“Hey Boss,” said Jimmy.

“There are too many things,” said Violet, waving at the packages.

“Don’t be ridiculous.  Life is to be lived to the fullest.  There’s no such thing as too much of anything.”

“That’s not true,” she said.

“Within one’s budget, I mean, he added.

“This is not within my budget.”

“It’s well within mine,” he said, smiling at her.  “Consider it one of the benefit’s of your new job.  All of these things are part of your uniform.”

“Maybe we should take the money I spent on goodies and get better schools for inner city kids.”

“We can do that, if you like.  But you can keep all of this as well.  Now, when would you like to move into your condo?”

“Do I have to?  Move into the condo, I mean?”

Jimmy snickered.

“Where would you like to live?”

“Well, here with Mary, Jimmy and the animals.  You too, I guess.  I won’t be any trouble.  You won’t even know that I’m here, but this is where all the action is, so I just though, if I could have my own room…  Chocolate chip pancakes and things.”

Ian looked at Jimmy and Jimmy just smirked and shook his head.

“I mean,” she added quickly, “you can bring all the women you like to this place and you won’t even see me.”

Ian choked. Jimmy burst out laughing.

“Will it be inconvenient?  If it is, Jimmy can take me to the condo right now.  I’m okay with that, as long as I can visit the animals and get some pancakes, now and then.”

“Let Jimmy take you to look at the condo.  If you still want to stay here, after you see it, you are welcome to stay.”

“Deal,” she said.  “Come on Jimmy, you’re not finished with me yet.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said, holding out his arm.

Once outside, Jimmy said, “He’s never had anyone stay before.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“If he doesn’t want me to stay, maybe he’ll let me bring some of the animals to my place for the weekend.”

Jimmy laughed.  “He DOES want you to stay, he just doesn’t want you to know it.  And if you decided you want to stay at the condo, I’ll buy you some dogs and cats.”

“Wait,” she said, looking at a man in a dark gray suit, passing by.  “We have to stop that guy.  He’s going after Ian.”

Jimmy turned and bumped into him.  “Oh, so sorry,” he said, grabbing the man’s arm, and twisting it behind his back.

Violet opened the car door and Jimmy threw the guy into the back seat.  Violet pulled out her new, and unused gun, her heart pounding in her chest, and pointed it at him.  “I’ve never shot anyone before,” she said.  “It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, however, so, if I were you, I’d sit very still and not do anything that could get you killed.  You know how excited beginners can get.”

“You drive,” said Jimmy, aiming his gun at man.

“Okay,” she said, “but if he needs shooting, can I do it?”

“Sure. You have to start sometime.”

Violet had no intention of shooting anyone, she just didn’t want the man to know that.  “Where should we take him?”

 

Violet and Ian…4

“The animals slept with you last night?” he asked, looking down at her on the couch, her body mostly hidden by blankets, dogs and cats.

Violet covered her  yawn and nodded.  “It was fantastic.”

“I think they enjoyed it as well,” chuckled Ian, looking at all of them laying on top of her.  “You need to get up, eat, and get ready.  Jimmy will be here in an hour.  You have a lot to do today.”

“But if I get up,” she said, petting, Muffin, “I’ll have to move everyone.”

“Down,” he said and the dogs immediately jumped onto the floor.  The cats didn’t move, but simply looked at him with distain.

Violet gently moved Jack and Jill, putting them both under her blanket.  Then she got up.  “Sorry,” she said.  “I probably look like something out of a horror film.”

“Actually, you don’t,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“You’re good,” she laughed. “Not looking at the rest of me is a show of strength, or a LOT of practice.”

He sighed.  “Mary, will make whatever you like for breakfast.”

“Mary?  Is she a chef?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.  You hired a woman to take care of you.  I’m kind of impressed.”

“I’m so glad,” he said, as deadpan as he could.

She laughed, and pushed against him.  “I’ll be ready in an hour.”

“Good,” he said.

“Hey, Mary,” she shouted.  “Cornflakes and a banana, please.”

“How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Even BETTER,” she said, turning back to Ian, who was watching her.  She licked her lips and did a little dance.  “Chocolate chip pancakes,” she sang and Jemma, the French Bulldog, ran around her in circles.

Once she had disappeared, Ian closed his eyes and mumbled, “She’s…distracting.”  Then he shook off the feelings he was having and called Jimmy.  “Get her anything thing she wants. Make sure you get some surprises for her too. Diamonds, or something you think she’ll like.  Her eyes are blue so maybe blue topaz.”

“Uh, Boss?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Oh no reason,” said Jimmy.  “Unless you count the fact that you’re buying her surprises and expensive gifts and. if I’m not mistaken, you want her to be happy.”

“Just do your job.”

“Sure, Boss.  Anything you say,” he snickered. “Anything you say. The Boss has got a girlfriend, the Boss has got a girlfriend, he laughed into the phone.”

“I’ve killed men for less than that.”

“I know,” said Jimmy, a smile in his voice.  “I’ve seen you do it.  Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of her today.”

“Thank you.  Pick me up at the office at seven.”

“I’ll be there.”

“And Jimmy…”

“Yeah, Boss?”

“Get yourself a couple of new black suits.  You’re going to need them.  Just put them on my tab.”

“Thanks, Boss.  But why?”

“Just do it,” he said, and hung up.

 

Violet and Ian…3

“Violet, I can’t pretend that there won’t be danger, working for me.”

“Are you the mob?”

“The word mob, means a group of people together at one time, as in a riot or demonstration, but without the good intent.  One person cannot be a mob.”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes, in a way.”

“I thought we were going to tell each other the truth.”

“I am telling you the truth.”

“Did I eat all the cake?”

“You did.”

“It was excellent cake.”

He laughed.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“When I tell you things, will I be getting people killed?”

“It’s possible.  But look at it this way.  The people who may disappear, knew what they were getting into.  Unlike our government, who slaughters people in war by the hundreds of thousands.  What I do, is nothing at all.  The government kills innocent people.  I do not.”

“That’s a good point.”

“It’s the truth.  They kill whenever they like.  People in other governments, women and children, the elderly, our own people.  They kill freely without consequence.  No one else does that, and people don’t care.  They look the other way.  The government starts wars where many will die, but no one goes to jail for doing that.”

“Solid point.  I’m in.  Do you erase rapists and men who beat women?”

“I’m going to have Angelo send over another cake.”

“Not the answer I was hoping for, but thank you.”

He called for the cake.  “It will be here shortly.”

“Do you do real business as well?”

“Of course.  I’m a businessman, after all.”

“If I give you a list of names can you take care of them for me?”

He stared at her. “No.”

She nodded.  “I didn’t think so.  It’s just that my friend Abbie, was raped by a guy who was caught, but not punished.  She killed herself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’d rather you do something about it, than be sorry.  She was my roommate in college.  He was on the football team.  I broke his knees, but he couldn’t prove that it was me.   No one believed that I was strong enough to do it.”

“How did you do it?”

“I saw him come out of a party.  He had been drinking, as usual.  I got hammer out of the tool kit I keep in my car and walked up behind him.  I shoved him.  He fell and I hammered his knees.  It’s the least I could do for Abbie and the rest of the women he hurt.”

“You did the right thing.”

“I know.”

“Do you think he’s suffered enough?”

“Is that possible?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

“There’s not enough payback in the world.”

“You’re doing your part.”

She nodded again.  “Someone had to do something.  Abbie was an only child.  Her parents were never the same.  He not only destroyed her, he destroyed her family as well.  And she wasn’t the only one he hurt.”

“Jimmy will take you to the condo tomorrow, then shopping for clothes.  He’ll also show you how to use a gun.  Then we’ll meet for dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Get whatever you like.”

“I’m not sure what that means.”

“Jimmy knows.”

“Has he done this before?”

“No.”

“So, I’m the first one.”

“For this?  Yes.”

“Will there be sleepovers at my condo?”

He laughed.  “Only if I’m invited.”

She nodded.  “What about tonight?”

“Jimmy can take you home, or you can stay here.”

She looked at her hands.  “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“There are plenty of bedrooms.”

“I’ll take the couch and do you have any dogs or cats?”

“Why?”

“Animals tell a lot about a person.”

He got up and waled to a door.  He smiled at her, opened it and three dogs and two cats, came out.  He pointed at the black lab and said, “This is Muffin, that’s Jemma,” he said, pointing at the French Bull dog, and that’s Joan.”

Violent looked at the mutt and grinned.  “And the cats?”

“Jack and Jill.”

She slid off the couch, onto the floor, as the animals, well, the dogs, welcomed her, tails wagging and noses pressed against her ears and face.  Jack came over and sniffed, then curled up on her lap and covered his nose with his tail, closing his eyes for a nap.

“I love it here,” she said, petting everyone and giggling.  “Just love it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Violet and Ian…2

“That was the best meal I’ve ever had.  The cake…”  she kissed her fingertips and threw the kiss into the air.”

Ian chuckled.  “I like a woman who enjoys eating.”

“You’re not going to fall in love with me, are you?”

“I don’t fall in love but, truthfully, I have no idea.  Why?  Are you going to fall in love with me?”

“Too soon to tell.  It would probably be messy, seeing as how I work for you now, but I don’t have any idea either.”

“I’ve never talked to a woman this way before.”

“Mmmm,” said Violet.  “You’ve probably always been with the wrong women.”

He laughed.  “I think Jimmy would agree.”

“Where did you find him?  Surely you didn’t offer him a ride in a cab.”

“It’s not my story to tell.  You’ll have to ask him.”

“Perfect answer.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“Are we going to Paris?”

“Yes.  I have a place  there.”

“I love Paris.”

“Almost everyone loves Paris.”

“What do you do, Ian?”

“I deal in antiques.”

“Are they filled with dead bodies?  The antiques, I mean.”

“Not all of them.”

“Good to know.”

He sipped his wine.

“You don’t do anything that harms women, children, or animals, do you?  If you do, I’m out.  I should have said that up front.”

“I would never do any of those things.  I’m more of an environmentalist, taking out the garbage.”

“Swear?” she asked, holding up her right hand.

“Swear,” he said, raising his hand.

“What else can I do, other than tell you about the people around you?”

“That’s enough.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“What would you like to do?”

“I want to take care of things.”

“What kind of things?”

“I’m good at organizing.”

“We can decide on your job description, once we start working together.”

“I understand.  I have to be observed and tested,  before you know where I fit in.”

He nodded at her.

“Are there going to be bullets?”

“Very few.  I will never intentionally put you in danger.”

“Glad to hear it, but what about the unintentional part…”

“Jimmy will get you your own gun and teach you how to use it.”

“Why?  If there’s trouble, I’ll just stand behind you.”

He laughed.  “You can do that, of course, but you need to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Do you own the catholic church?”

“Yes.”

“Thought so.  You aren’t doing a very good job with that enterprise.  Rapist priests, all that greed and all the lies.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Not fast enough.  Could I have that job?  I’ll clean it up in a day or two.”

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he laughed again.  “Let me think about it.”

“Do people kiss your ring and…?”

“No.  That’s old school.”

“Why are you being so honest with me?”

“Because we’re gong to be very close and what kind of relationship would we have if it was based on lies.”

“So, we’re going to tell the truth and be…close?”

“Yes.  How close we are…is up to you.”

“You’re cuff links are gorgeous.  Not many men can get away with links. but they look perfect on you.”

“Thank you.”

“Are they weapons?”

He snickered.  “No.  They are just cuff links.”

“People don’t realize that everyday things can be deadly, in the right hands.”

He looked at her.

“I’m just saying.”

“Are you threatening me, Violet?”

“No, but the guy walking toward us has a gun and hates your guts.  He’s here to kill you.  ”

There were a few rapid popping noises and she said, “Never mind.”

“Are you okay with my…lifestyle?”

“So far.”

“That’s fair,” he said.  “I suppose I’ll have to be observed and tested before you can decide.”

“Will you be dating a lot of others?”

“I don’t date.  I take women places, when necessary.  But now, I will be taking you.  People might eventually see you as important to me, and that will put you at risk.”

“Will they try and kill me?”

“It depends.”

“On?”

“On whether or not they believe that I’m in love with you, they will.”

“Then you better not fall in love with me,” she said, breaking the crust off the last of the bread.

“I think that ship has sailed.”

“Really?”

“Believe me, I’m as surprised as you are.”

“But I’m just a regular person, you can have anyone.”

“Life doesn’t work that way.”

“I don’t think life works at all.”

“You might be right,” he said.  “Are you still full from all the food.”

“No,” she said.

“Do you need more time?”

“No.”

“Shall we go?”

“I would like a piece of cake to go?”

“Of course.”

“You should know that I don’t do master slave relationships.  I work for you, so I’ll earn my way.  Just because you hold all the cards doesn’t mean I’ll play the game.”

“Fair enough.”

“You don’t own me.”

“Never.”

“Shake on it,” she said, holding out her hand.

He did, just as Angelo put a white cake box, tied with string, down in front of her.  “Ian said you might want to take this home.”

“Thank you, Angelo,” she said, standing and hugging him.  “And the short, guy with the black hair,” she whispered, in his ear,  “the one cleaning the tables.  He can’t be trusted.  Be careful.”  She pulled away and stared at him.  “Thank you again.”

“Jimmy’s waiting for us in front,” said Ian.  “Angelo, thank you for the meal.”

“Always a pleasure.”

Once in the cab, Violet turned to him.  “What about the guy bussing tables?  How can Angelo fire him without getting hurt?  I mean someone must have planted him there, right?”

“Its already being taken care of.”

“You mean, taken care of?” she asked, doing a terrible imitation of Marlon Brando.

He stared at her and then started quietly laughing.

Jimmy was once again hitting the steering wheel and choking back howls of laughter.

“I certainly didn’t expect this, when I woke up this morning,” she said, leaning her head against the back of the seat.  “Nope.  Not at all.”

 

 

 

 

 

Violet and Ian…1 How they met..they would NOT stop talking. I even asked them to stop but they wouldn’t.

“Oh, sorry,” she said.  “I didn’t realize this cab was taken.”

“Where are you going?” he asked, leaning toward the open door.

She told him and he said he was going right past there, so she may as well join him.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” he said.  “You look like a woman in a hurry.”

“I’m already late,” she sighed.  “The meeting I was just in lasted longer than expected.”

He nodded.  “I know what that’s like.”

“I think they should do away with meetings forever.”

“One can only hope,” he said.  “Imagine all the hours we would gain.”

“Productive hours,” she added.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hungry?”

“Yes.  I’m guessing you didn’t eat lunch and while it’s too early for dinner but I know a place…”

“But…”

“The food is delicious.”

“It is?”

“It is.   Where do you have to be for the next few hours?”

“Um, Nowhere, actually.  I was just going to a lecture.  But tell me,”  she said,  frowning.  “How many hours does it take you to eat?”

“Jimmy,” he said, to the cab driver “Take us to…”

“Got it boss,” said Jimmy.

“You know the cab driver?  You’re his boss?”

“He works for me.  I don’t like limos. They attract too much attention.  This way, no one notices me.”

“Ah,” she said.  “I usually just use my broom, when I don’t want others to see me.”

She said it so matter-of-factly, that he just stared at her.

“What?” she asked.  “You don’t have any witch friends?”  She heard Jimmy chuckling.  “I hope you change cars, or cabs, all the time because you can’t be invisible if you use the same vehicle all the time.”

“Thank you,” he said.  “I do, in fact, change vehicles.  Do you like Italian?”

“They’re handsome, but hot-tempered, sometimes.”  Jimmy started laughing.

“I meant food.  Italian food,” he said.

“I know what you meant,” she said, demurely.

“You’re not like other women,” he said, looking at her.

“No woman is like other women,” she said.

“I guess I never noticed.”

“Then I feel sorry for any of the women you’ve ever been with.  It’s not as if we’re made on a production line.  Do you think you’re like every other man?”

“I…”

Jimmy was laughing hard now, pounding on the steering wheel.

“Jimmy,” he said, quietly.

“Sorry boss, but she’s gotcha.”

“What is your name?” he asked politely.

“Violet.  What’s yours?”

“That’s a pretty name.  I’m Ian.”

“Nice to meet you Ian.  What, exactly, is going on here?”

“It’s nice to meet you as well.  As for what’s gong on, you needed a cab, I had one, I don’t want to eat alone and you didn’t have lunch.”

“Okay.  Are we going somewhere that won’t cost as much as a compact car?”

“No.”

“Right,” she said.  “I’ll just watch you eat, then.”

“My treat,” he said, smiling.

“That never really works out well.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Hey, Jimmy,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Can I trust this guy?”

“Yes.  He keeps his word.”

“Okay,” she said, “Here’s the play.  I’ll let you take me to lunch, if you let me take you to lunch next week.”

“Deal,” he said immediately.

She leaned back, looked him up and down, and said, “I think you’re a little out of my league.”

“There is no league, there are only people.”

“So, you’re a dreamer too.”

“Yo, boss. I like her.”

“Jimmy has good taste,” he said.

“In what?” she asked.

“In everything,” he said.

“You kind of remind me of a mob boss, no offense.”

Jimmy was suddenly choking with laughter.

“What is it with him?” she asked. “I’m not that funny.”

“You are to him,” he sighed.

“Why?”

“Probably because most people don’t speak to me the way you do…”

“And live to tell about it,” snorted Jimmy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“We’re here, Violet.”

Jimmy ran around and opened the door.  He looked at her, his eyes glittering with laughter.  “Let him order for you.  He knows what he’s doing.”

Once inside they were led to a private booth and the owner came out and kissed him on both cheeks.  Wine was poured and their order placed.

“Okay, who, or what, are you?” she asked.  “And does your mother have lace curtains on her windows and The Godfather playing on a never ending loop?”

“I’m a business man,”  he said.  “Who, or what, are you?”

“Truthfully, I’ve done a lot of things but I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for.  Once I can do something, I want to do something else.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but it does seem as if I’m always starting over.  Are you married and will you get into trouble for being seen with me?”

Salads were paced in front of them, many thanks were given and they were alone again.

“I think it’s wonderful that you have a lot of interests.  Not everyone is cut out for one thing and no, I’m not married and I never have been.”

“Thanks for the support.  I’ve never been married either.  I guess I can’t find the right person either.  I think I’m a nomad.  This salad is amazing.”

“I told you the food was delicious.”

“You did,” she said, nodding.  “I like Jimmy.  He’s solid.  He won’t betray you for any reason and he has your best interest at heart.  He has protective feelings for you and would die for you without hesitation.  You can trust him with anything.   He’s nice too.  This bread is out of sight.  So perfect, crusty with a soft, warm, inside.  It’s perfect bread!”

“How do you know that about him?”

She shrugged.  “I can read him like a book.  I’m a witch, remember.”

“Can you do that with other people.”

“Most of the time.”

Their dishes were cleared and soup was placed before them.

“Angelo, will you please send Sonny over here?”

“Of course,” said Angelo.

“Tell me what you think about this man.”

“You wanted to see me?” said Angelo.

“I did,” said Ian.  “How is your family?  How’s the work going?”

“Fine.  Everything is fine, Ian.” he said.  “Thanks for asking.”

“Good,” said Ian.  “I have a job for you.  I’ll discuss it with you tomorrow.”

“Sure,” he said, backing away.  “Nice to see you, Ian.”

“So?” asked Ian.  “What can you tell me?”

“He’s edgy.  He’s semi-trustworthy but weak and would break in a heartbeat, if someone put too much pressure on him.  He wouldn’t want to, but he won’t be able to stop himself.  He doesn’t have an inner strength.  He respects you, but he’s afraid of you too.  He thinks you’re going to ask him for more than he can handle, one of these days.  I’d keep him on a short leash, if I were you.  And if you want him to be okay,  you should tell him that you’d never ask him to do more than he’s capable of doing.  That would help him cope.”

He stared at her.  “Will you work for me?”

“Doing what?”

“What you just did.”

“Read people?”

“Yes.  Name your price.”

“What?”

The pasta dish appeared and she started groaning with the first bite.  “That guy absolutely LOVES you.  He’s another one who would do anything for you.  You have some very loyal people around you and not out of fear but because they really care about you.  I can’t believe how delicious this is.  Really, you underplayed how good it was.”

“Quit whatever joy your doing.  You can move into one of the luxury condo’s I own, if you’re currently renting.  Be prepared to travel.”

“Condo? Travel?  Where?”

“Everywhere.  I have…businesses around the globe.”

“I…”

“Please, say you’ll do it.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll have Jimmy take you shopping tomorrow.  You’ll need a new wardrobe.  You’ll be spending a lot of time with me and we’ll be going to a lot of events.  You’ll need better jewelry too.”

“What’s wrong with what I have on and what kind of events?”

“Nothing’s wrong with what you have on but you need more expensive things for the places we’ll be going.  As for events,” he said.  Meetings, dinners, a lot of different things.  You’ll have down time as well.  Save room for dessert.”

“Is it chocolate cake?”

“It can be,” he said.

“Make it so, Ian,” she snickered.

“Can you read me?”

She looked at him.  “Besides the fact that you want to sleep with me…and you think…I’m pretty? No.  Your shields are too good.  Must be all those years of keeping people out of your head.”

“Good.”

“You want to sleep with me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He thought for a moment and said, “I don’t know how to answer that question.”

“Just thought I’d ask.”

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Why would I be afraid of you?”

“Just thought I’d ask,” he said.  “You really don’t know who I am, do you.”

“You’re Ian and I work for you now.  What else is there?”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“First of all, I’m way too full,” she sighed, patting her stomach.   “And, no…not yet.   But probably some other time.”

He had a great laugh.  Rich and deep.  “Let me know when that time comes, will you.”

“I will,” she said.  “And about the chocolate cake.”

“Yes?”

“I want ice cream too, please.”

And a partnership was born.

 

 

 

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