Chapter 2

Leslie had just finished putting some figures into the computer when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

A man had come in the front door, but not just any man; Leslie couldn't help but take note of his appearance. The dark hair, caramel skin, easy smile, above average looks.

So this was Lennie's big appointment, she thought.

"Paul, right?" she finally asked when he approached.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm sorry for running a little behind."

"You're just in time," Leslie nodded, introducing herself. "I'll let Lennie know you're here. Would you like some coffee?"

"Sure, thanks."

As Leslie went to get it, Paul studied his surroundings. It had been a little over a week since his release and anyone else in his position would probably see something like this as lowering themselves, but it was Lennie Caine, a man who had been a training legend back in his own day. The old man may be in his early sixties now, but word had it Lennie was picky of who got into his school–both staff and students–and who didn't.

At the same time, Paul had been taken aback when Leslie had introduced herself as Caine's secretary. He had figured that a guy like Lennie who ran such a tight-knit place would have someone with a little more glamour running the front lines, and Ms. Van Buren had to be at least in her mid forties and about 190 pounds tops. Still, she was a pretty, dark-haired woman, and seemed very friendly.

Perhaps I'd been spoiled being around divas for five years, Paul thought to himself, amused. Besides, this lady had to be something special to be working for Caine.

Meanwhile:

Eric Caruso had grabbed Leslie as she went for Paul's coffee. "Is that really him?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Eric, it's the freaking Pope. Of course that's Paul. I was just getting him coffee. Make yourself useful and tell Lennie he's here for his appointment since you're going back there anyway."

"Hey, no problem. I always wanted to announce a big star."

"Jesus, don't make an ass of yourself, okay? The poor guy probably feels bad enough losing his job without someone like you going all fan boy on him."

"This is still a great day for this place," Eric nodded, grinning.

"Just go tell Lennie Paul's here," Leslie said, a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay. Geez."

Leslie sighed as she prepared a mug of coffee and took it out to Paul. "Lennie should be out in a few minutes. One of his assistants went back to get him."

"Exactly how many people work here?" Paul was curious.

"Me, two assistants, and five instructors," Leslie answered. "And of course, Lennie himself."

"Does Lennie still…."

Leslie shook her head. "He mostly supervises these days. He has a herniated disc in his back and one knee is bad; other than that, he's strong as ever. But he's still determined to run things until he's carried out in a body bag."

"That's Lennie Caine all right," Paul laughed.

"I'm guessing you either did your research or you already know my dear boss well." Leslie was already flattered someone could take an interest in Lennie.

"Some of my old trainers knew him both in person or by reputation," Paul replied.

Lennie then came out, introducing himself. "Nice of you to come, Paul. Let's go back and talk some business. I may have an offer you can't refuse."

"Watch it, boss," Leslie chuckled. "The poor guy may think you are recruiting him into the mob instead of giving him a job here."

"Speaking of jobs, make sure Eric gets busy back there. I have ten people coming in for tryouts later today and need stuff ready. Think you can light a fire under him?"

"No problem. I'll hold your calls too."

"As always, I know I can count on you, Les. Now, Paul, let's get some business underway while Van Buren here cracks the whip on everyone else."

Leslie shook her head and laughed. One thing about Lennie, it was never dull working for him.