A/N: Hi folks! I'm baaaaacckkk! :) Suspend your disbelief for a few chapters more... lol

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Time seemed to drag as Sarah awaited a response. The phones were quiet tonight which was fine with her; they could afford for things to be a bit slow right now.

Her thoughts returned to 'Jeeves' and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Surely he wasn't just a crackpot calling to mess with her? Then again, it was shaping up to be that kind of day.

Jareth, the Goblin King, had hijacked her call to Hoggle and Yubs – just because he could, apparently. 'Asshole', she doodled on her deskpad calendar in red pen, her other hand holding up her head, her thoughts ajumble.

Why? Why did he have to come back into my life like... like that? Why now? He's had years to torment me, but why today? It was enough that I could see him without the fear of him rejecting me. Then again, it's also very stalkerish of me to watch Jareth, unknown to him. "It's just … not... fair," she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut to blot out the ache in her cracking heart.

I should call him on the mirror; the thought came unbidden into her mind.

Oh holy hell, no! Could I endure the embarrassment of him not even accepting a call from me? What if he just stood there and laughed at me? Sarah shuddered and blinked open her eyes. Could I do it? Could I just call out to him and … and … what? Tell him what an ass he is? Ask him if he's thought about me at all? Gawd, how pathetic.

She knew nothing of his taste in women or in general – besides leather, glitter, a bit twisted, and anything below the waste that outlined the menace to women everywhere he hid in his pants – but she had hoped he would be... "I dunno... happy? To see me? Gah!" she groaned and scribbled out the little red hearts she'd drawn around the word 'Asshole'. "Maybe he's a pedophile... or maybe... he's into guys." she muttered angrily.

Sarah took a deep, calming breath,"Get over it Sarah, he doesn't want to see you. He's not watching you like you stalk – err umm... observe him." Wincing, she made a mental note to go to confession soon and could only imagine the Olivera Street Padre laughing his butt off.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned... it's been two years since my last confession and I've developed an unhealthy obsession with stalking a … man … who doesn't even want to see me. Oh yeah, and he lives in a magical world with goblins, fairies, elves, and tight breeches that make me swoon. And I want to lick him all over like a lollipop. Yeah, that would go over so well.

"Tape up your heart and get back to work, Williams." He'll never see you as a contender for his affections, was the rest of the unspoken scolding to herself. She ripped off the corner of the calendar that she'd doodled on, and wadded it up to throw in the trash. She didn't need next Sunday anyway. Maybe she'd be rubbing elbows with Royalty – minor, but still. She forced her thoughts to focus on the possibilities.

This potential client – Royalty, no less – who had the ability to give VE more prestige than just catering to businessmen, gave Sarah food for thought. Not that making their money off the random wealthy producer or director was a bad thing; but even minor Royalty could trump that. It could be the beginning of a whole new marketing strategy and openings doors that they hadn't been able to finesse with a crowbar before. The connections would be invaluable. She took down a notepad and pen and started writing down random thoughts to look into for the business if this minor Royal was real and doors did open to VE. Never hurts to be prepared, she mused.

Etiquette Lessons

Ballroom Dancing

Refresher classes in self-defense

Look into makeup classes again – DO NOT LEAVE Barbara Ann in charge of blush!

Sarah underlined item number four several times all the way across the page and giggled. They'd all looked like heavily rouged kewpie dolls. She shook her head; sometimes, it was so hard being the boss when all she wanted to do was play dress up with Vonda and the ladies. Truly though, they needed her firm hand – well, they needed management's firm hand – to curtail other less legal and pleasant activities. Nothing could besmirch their name right now and Sarah and Vonda wanted to keep it that way.

Considering that VE was the premier escort agency – well, as premier as you can get being in underground Hollywood – and they had worked hard to achieve their acclaim as responsible, respectable, private, and confidential. Hard-fought, but won so far, she smiled sweetly at her list.

A loud PING! Sounded from her laptop, signaling email. Her heartbeat sped up in anticipation.

She slowly clicked to open the mail from Rey Enterprises.

Madam,

My employer, J. G. Rey, would like to have the pleasure of Ms. Samantha during this coming weekend of the 29th and 30th.

Sarah punched her fists in the air and let out a "Squeeee!" bouncing and rolling in her chair until it nearly toppled over – again – then she calmed a bit to look back at the computer screen, her heart thumping wildly as she read the rest of the email.

Mr. Rey has already made reservations for a suite at the Park Plaza, consisting of two separate bedrooms – if that is acceptable. Per the contract that arrived in the earlier email, you stated for legal purposes that the Escort must have her own bedroom for overnight business. Would these accommodations be appropriate?

Also: Mr. Rey will expect for the lady to arrive on the evening of the 29th at seven pm sharp for the opening ceremonies. We understand the necessity of safety and so will agree to the limo for drop off and pick up.

Details are attached as to dress requirements for both the daytime and evening. Mr. Rey would like Ms. Samantha to be outfitted properly by Madame Fay at La Costurera in Beverly Hills. The address is attached with all further instructions. An appointment has already been made for Ms. Samantha to meet with Mme. Fay tomorrow at 10am. Please see that she is prompt.

Once we hear confirmation that the room is a non-issue, we will fax back the contract with the appropriate information.

J.

Sarah fanned herself. "Oh my God! The Park Plaza? Shit, that place is expensive," she whispered and sat back in her chair, gripping the arms to keep her firmly in the present. "Oh crap, she murmured, "Now I'll have to take Stella up on her fashion makeover. This is going to be... interesting." She imagined herself tottering on four inch heels and groaned. This could be bad, very bad.

Wait, he said – she reread the part about being 'outfitted'. What the hell... it was a once in a lifetime Royal Ball, right? Let the client foot the bill. But seriously, how could this Madame Fay get her clothed in five days for a weekend away? Sarah mentally shrugged – not her problem! - and added the trip to La Costurera to her agenda tomorrow morning along with 'beg Stella for help', and 'find a fill in for Saturday and Sunday of next weekend'.

She pulled up the attached document showing the detailed information of the event. Grimacing she knew this would be a challenge – but oh so worth it.

Quickly, before she could stop herself she responded to Jeeves.

Sir,

The suite with two bedrooms will be sufficient so long as they each have locking doors.

Please expect Ms. Samantha no later than six fourty-five pm on the evening of the 29th. She has been advised of the scheduled fitting tomorrow morning at 10am with Mme. Fay, and so will be appropriately attired.

Thank you for your business. If you have any further questions, please don't hesitate to contact us.

VE Reservations

She took a deep breath and tilted her head to the side, hitting 'Send'. This could either be a boon for her business, or one of the greatest mistakes of her life. She sent up a silent prayer for whatever Saint protected the stupidly optimistic.