The Porsche with the Pinstripe Tattoo
Chapter 10:
The alarm clock on the nightstand started making a familiar beeping sound. Sally woke up and shut it off, sitting up on her tires. The Porsche trudged out of bed and into the kitchen, grabbing some bacon and eggs for breakfast. They weren't nearly as good as what Flo made, but it was better than nothing. After breakfast, Sally drove into the car wash and took a shower. She placed her tires over her windshield as the water hit her, taking in her final moments of rest and relaxation. Sally sighed, finished up, and went to work.
" Ms. Carrera, so glad to have you back," Mr. Lamborghini greeted her as she entered the building. " So, where is it?"
Her boss beamed, looking around.
" Where's what," Sally raised a windshield.
" The baby, of course," the yellow car uttered.
" Baby," the Porsche was confused. " What baby?"
" The reason why you were out so long," Mr. Lamborghini urged. " Please, don't tell me you forgot it."
" Um, there is no baby," Sally corrected. " I had a bunch of major parts go out on me. Did you read the doctors note?"
" Yes, and all I saw was that you were going to be out a while," the CEO replied. " I assumed you were expecting, what with your mood swings and how atrocious you were looking."
" Well, I'm not and never was," the Porsche emphasized.
" Really," Mr. Lamborghini said in realization. " Well, it's good to have you back either way."
The two cars drove over to Sally's desk.
" Everything is how you left it," the yellow car uttered then pulled out a gigantic stack of papers. " This is the case we're working on. You may leave when your paperwork is complete. Good luck."
He drove away. Sally looked up at the stack of papers. She was going to be there until almost midnight. Mr. Lamborghini's phone started ringing. The CEO answered.
" Lamborghini's Attorneys," he greeted then paused, listening. " Yes, it is…Yes, she's here…Yes, she is very good. One of my best…I'm listening...Uh-huh…Uh-huh…I'll run it by her. Thank you for calling, Judge Denison."
The yellow car hung up then peered out of his office.
" Ms. Carrera," Mr. Lamborghini called. " I would like to see you in my office, please!"
Sally parked in front of her boss' desk. Her boss was facing the wall behind him, waiting.
" Is there something wrong," the Porsche asked, fearing the worst.
" I received a phone call from one of the courthouses today," the CEO began.
" Oh," Sally commented. " What do they need?"
" They are in need of a lawyer," Mr. Lamborghini answered then turned around. " And they specifically asked for you."
" Oh, one of those," the Porsche shrugged. " Those are easy."
" Actually, no," her boss corrected. " Not one of those. This is a special assignment. It involves traveling back and forth."
" Meaning," Sally raised a windshield, lost. " I still don't understand."
" You would be a traveling lawyer," the yellow car explained. " You would be doing legal work for this courthouse, all while getting paid by Lamborghini's Attorneys, with stipulations, of course. You would still have to attend the monthly meetings and make at least three major court appearances in LA a year."
Sally stared, stunned. She could not believe what she was hearing. Could it be?
" Oh, I could do that," Sally uttered. " No problem. So, where is this courthouse?"
" In some town called Radiation Strings," Mr. Lamborghini recalled.
" You mean Radiator Springs," the Porsche corrected, hoping to be right.
" Yes, that place," the yellow car stated. " So, are you interested in the job?"
" More than anything," Sally beamed.
" That's what I like to hear," her boss chimed. " Now, go pack your things. They said it was urgent, so the sooner you get over there the better."
" Gladly," the Porsche tweeted then left.
Sally packed everything she needed for both work and her new life then exited the apartment, locking the door behind her this time. The Porsche was so excited, she drove to Radiator Springs with a huge smile on her face.
" Is that who I think it is," Flo beamed upon Sally's arrival.
The townsfolk swarmed Sally, welcoming her back.
" What are you doing back here," Luigi asked.
" We thought you had to work," Ramone commented.
" Miss us already, did you," Lizzie teased.
" How'd you escape," Sarge pressed.
" Good to see you, Man," Fillmore chimed.
" Just couldn't stay away from me, could you," Mater taunted, winking.
" Good to have you back, Sally," Sheriff commented. " What are you doing here?"
" I heard the courthouse needed help," the Porsche retorted. " So, I jumped ship. You are looking at Radiator Spring's new traveling attorney. I talked to my boss in LA. He agreed to pay me, so I can do work here."
" Huh, really," Doc grinned, giving Sheriff a knowing look.
" So, does that mean you're moving here," Flo questioned.
" Yes, it does," Sally gleamed and the townsfolk cheered.
Later that day, the town threw a welcome party at the café.
A few months later, Sally managed to talk Doc into letting her buy the Cozy Cone.
" You sure this is what you want," Doc asked, holding the keys up.
" Yes, I'm sure," Sally retorted, reaching for them.
" Okay," the Hornet reluctantly agreed, giving the keys to her. " Here you go. It's all yours."
Sally took the keys then bolted out of the courthouse. She headed straight for the Cozy Cone, unlocking the main building. The Porsche opened the door and looked around. All of the walls were faded, the windows were cracking, and the ceiling was caving. The building was also dusty and full of cobwebs. Sally grabbed a broom and went inside.
After several weeks of labor, the Cozy Cone was fully restored and operational. Sally sighed, parking at her new desk. It was night time. The Porsche was just about to close her eyes when she heard a roaring engine accompanied by screaming. She looked outside just in time to see a car get tangled in the power lines. Unfortunately, that part of the story is for another time.