The Porsche with the Pinstripe Tattoo
Chapter 1: Los Angeles 2005
Sally was snoozing in the bedroom of her apartment when her alarm clock went off. The Porsche groaned and groggily turned to it. It was four in the morning. Sally reached over and shut it off. She stared at the wall for a few minutes, before pulling forward and beginning the day. Sally cringed as she approached the car wash. She was still recovering from that hangover. Or was it stress? The Porsche turned the hot water nozzle then pulled under the faucet, sighing as the water hit her. It felt so good, she lifted up her spoiler. Sally frowned. She still could not believe she got a pinstripe tattoo. The Porsche groaned at the memory. She had never been so reckless in her life. Sally finished her shower then shut off the water, pulling out. The Porsche finished getting ready then left for work.
On her way there, she observed her surroundings, while navigating traffic. Had the city always looked this grey? Were other cars always this unapproachable? And what were those strange odors and where were they coming from? The Porsche turned a corner and entered a building with the name Lamborghini Attorneys Office on it. Mr. Lamborghini spotted her and approached her.
" Ah, Ms. Carrera," he uttered. " Just in time. We have a lot of paperwork. And I need my best attorneys at the forefront. That includes you."
" Yes, Sir, Mr. Lamborghini," Sally chimed, feigning a smile. " I'm on it."
" Excellent," the yellow car beamed before dumping a large stack of papers on Sally's hood. " See you at 7."
Sally drove over to her desk. She set the papers down and began reading through them. They were all from the same case. A shadow hung over her, blocking the light. The Porsche looked up. It was a black Buick.
" Whoa," he commented, chuckling. " That is rough."
" Hey, Sebastian," Sally greeted the new hire. " Got a question?"
" Yeah," Sebastian fidgeted, while looking away. " How can you tell the cases apart from each other and how often do we actually get to go to court?"
" Each case file has a unique number at the top of the page," the Porsche answered. " And we only go to court a few times a month."
" Well, that's boring," the Buick scoffed.
" Yeah, well, welcome to being a lawyer," Sally retorted, turning back to her work.
" Explains why no one around here ever smiles," Sebastian stated as he looked around.
Sally's eye twitched.
" Yeah, that's it," the blue car muttered.
She was tempted to tell him what the work environment was really like, but chose to let him find out on his own, instead. Soon, Sebastian returned to his desk, allowing Sally to work in peace. After fourteen grueling hours, it was time to go home.
The Porsche trudged through the front door, closing it behind her. She looked around her apartment. It was dark and lonely, like always. Sally drove into the kitchen and pulled out a box of leftover pizza. The Porsche sighed. She pulled into the living room, turned on the TV, and began eating. Sally stared blankly at the screen, while taking bites of her cold meal. Soon, it was time for bed. The blue car turned off the TV, cleaned up, and drove to her room. She looked at the clock. It was almost ten. Sally was asked to work a sixteen hour shift tomorrow. It was going to be a long day. The blue car pulled into bed and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over. Unfortunately, none was coming. Sally tossed and turned for a while, before finally getting up. She looked at the clock. It was almost one in the morning. The Porsche had enough. She drove to her closet, grabbing a suitcase. Next, she began packing it. Sally teared up, sniffling. She could not believe she was doing this.
" I need a break," the blue car murmured as she finished packing.
As soon as she was done packing, she bolted out the door, leaving it open.