First off i'll say that i love my reviewers. Unfortunatly i am to tired and lazy to write a shouts out so My Love to you all!
This is a short chaptere but i liked the way i ended it, so yeah. I'm baby sitting tomorrow which will give me HEAPS of time to work on one of my stories. So expect more soon!
Leh Sundance
16. The Target
Another two months went by without any really work for poor Jim. That is until one day a man entered the pub and he and Jim had a private conversation in the corner.
Drake and I watched curiously from the bar, wondering what the man was saying. Madeline was still cleaning ignorantly in the kitchen. It was probably best that she didn't know we were about to get a job again.
I think she held onto the hope that we would give up our 'dis-honest' ways and find a new form of income.
Maddy was still as much of a chatterbox as she was the day after Drake kissed her, accept now she was a little annoyed with her love interest. He seemed to be doing nothing to move towards having a relationship with her.
Drake has feelings for her, I could see that, but something was going on in his thick head that was keeping him from making an advancement.
I decided that I would make it my own business to find out what was causing him this delay. But those thoughts were replaced by others as Jim rose from the table and shook the mans hand. Jim walked over to us with a huge grin on his face.
"Well?" asked Drake.
"I want all of you upstairs" ordered Jim.
"Shoah." I turned and ran into the kitchen where Maddy was scrubbing at a pot. "Jim called a meetin upstairs," I said eagerly.
"What for?" asked Madeline, pulling off her apron.
"We gots woik again!" I turned and ran excitedly from the kitchen.
The men were in their room with the door open, when I entered the apartment. Madeline arrived close one my heels.
"That Gentleman I was talking to has a job offer for is. His name is Mr. Quay and he wants us to be a 'little' money management company. He wants to send a guy who he knows up over, we must convince him to invest his money in us."
"Why would we want to do that?" asked Madeline.
"Apparently Mr. Quay is mad at this man, his brudda in-law. His sistah ran away from her husband and so now Quay seeks his revenge. I believe he has a lot planned foah his unfortunate in-law, but before he does anything, he wants him short on cash. That is our job."
"Sounds like fun." I said happily. I really did love acting.
"I'm glad yoah excited Loki. You get to be thee secretary. Drake, you can be the co-ownah of our 'business'."
"What about me?" asked Madeline.
"Maddy, you can be...a client. Mr. Quay will be getting us the building we are to work in, tomorrow. Drake and I will work out a course of action tonight. You can go now." I grabbed Madeline's hand and we walked out of the room together, leaving Jim and Drake the chance to get planning.
"Oh Loki this is so scary! Will we really go through with this? I'm not a good actress at all."
"Don't worry Maddy, you'll be fine. Besides, Jim porb'ly wont give you a part wit much lines anyway."
"You make is sound so easy, but then you are a great actress. I wish you could do my part."
"Thank ya, but I cain't do to pahts and yah know it. So lets not waist any time, lets create our names."
Madeline looked at me quietly, in much thought. "You look like you could be a Brigit," she said slowly.
"Fine. I'll be Brigit Johnson, an' you'se can be Samantha Smith."
" Samantha isn't such a lady like name. Can I be Abigail Smith instead? My middle name is Abigail you knows."
"Yeah you can be Abigail. You just said 'knows' instead of 'know'," I pointed out slyly.
"Did I? That is odd. All your improper speech is a bad influence on me. I do declare I..." and on Madeline would chatter. When I began to zone out, she would reach over and pinch me. I would snap back into reality, and she would begin chattering again.
When we went to bed that night, I could hear the men making plans in the room next door. An hour later, Madeline was fast asleep (which isn't a surprise after all that talking. She wore herself out!) But I was still awake.
I rolled over on my right side and reached out, stroking the white glass of my water pitcher on the floor. After hearing that Jim had slept in my bed that one night, I went back to the ritual of filling my water pitcher every night, and I made sure he knew it too.
The plan was set, and we were all getting our placed prepared. Jim had let the stubble on his face grown long; he slicked back his chestnut hair, and put on a nice suit.
As the owner of a small money managment business, he was Mr. Clarence Trout. He got to sit behind a big desk and do nothing until our target entered.
Madeline would sit before him and on the signal; she would arise and walk pompously out of the building, that was all.
Drake was the partner, a Mr. Phillip Brady. On my secretarial signal, he would enter the office and help talk the in-law into handing over his money to us.
I got to sit in front of a desk in the waiting room. I would have my very blonde hair braided and coiled around my head.
My job was to type busily away on my typewriter and hand documents to Jim when he called. My typing, however, was just as bad as my reading, and despite Madeline's lessons, I just couldn't get the hand of it.
Finally she pre typed a few pieces of paper for me, and told me just to type whatever I wanted onto the blank sheets of paper, and to pray that no one would look on them.
Up until now, none of us had been informed of who our target was.
The day before our big event we were given that information. His name was Paul McKleesh.
"Paul McKleesh!" Madeline and I shouted at the same time. I couldn't help but wonder why our target seemed to always turn up to be some one we knew.
"What's wrong?" asked Jim, very surprised by our reaction.
"Remebah dat freak on dah train? That was Paul McKleesh."
...Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun.