M.Y.T.H. Inc. Link Part 6
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"It's all a matter of taste."
-B. MlDLER "I REALLY HAVE to compliment you, dear. It never ceases to amaze me how much you do with so little."
That was Bunny's comment following Tananda's report on her last a.s.signment. I had asked her to sit in to take notes, and I had to admit she had been extremely attentive while Tananda was speaking . . . which was more than I managed to do. From the report, the a.s.signment was so routine as to be dull, though I personally wanted to hear Chumley's side of it before I made any final judgments on that score. That particular troll, however, was nowhere to be found . . . a fact which made me more than a little suspicious. Bunny was as efficient as ever, though, covering for my wandering thoughts by providing compliments of her own.
"Why, thank you. Bunny," Tananda purred back. "It really means a lot to me to hear you say that, realizing how much you know about operating with minimal resources."
It occurred to me that it was nice that these two were getting along as well as they did. Our operation could be a real mess if the two of them took to feuding.
It also occurred to me that there were an awful lot of teeth showing for what was supposed to be a friendly meeting. I decided it was time to move on to other subjects before things got too friendly.
"Things have been pretty quiet around here while you've been gone, Tananda," I said. "Not much new at all. How about it. Bunny? Any new prospects we should know about?"
Bunny made a big show of consulting her note pad.
Right away, this alerted me. You see, I know that Bunny keeps flawless notes in her head, and the only time she consults her pad is when she's stalling for time trying to decide whether or not to bring something to my attention. I may be slow, but I do learn.
"Welll..." she said slowly. "The only thing I show at all is an appointment with somebody named Hysterium."
"Hysterium? Why does that name sound familiar? Wait a minute. Didn't I see a letter from him about a week back?"
"That's right. He's a land speculator and developer who's been trying to get in to see you for some time now."
"That shouldn't be a problem. What time is the appointment for?"
Bunny was staring at her notes again.
"Actually, I was thinking of postponing the meeting, if not canceling it altogether," she said.
"Why would we want to do that?"
I was annoyed, but curious. I really wasn't wild about Bunny trying to make my decisions for me. Still, she had a good head for business, and if this guy made her hesitate, I wanted to know why.
"It's like I was trying to tell you before, Skeeve. Your time is valuable. You can't just give it away to any fruitcake who wants an appointment."
". . . And you figure this guy's a fruitcake?"
"He must be," she shrugged. "What he wants to talk about simply isn't our kind of work. As near as I've been able to make out, he wants us to serve as interior decorators."
That brought Tananda into the conversation.
"You're kidding. Interior decorators?"
Bunny actually giggled and turned to Tananda conspiratorially.
"That's right. It seems he started building a motel complex counting on the fact that his would be the only lodging available in the area. Since he's started construction, though, four others have either announced their intentions to build or have started construction themselves . . right on his doorstep. Of course, since his original plan didn't include any compet.i.tion, the design is more utilitarian than decorative. It's going to make his place look real shabby by comparison, and he's afraid of losing his s.h.i.+rt."
"That's bad," Tananda winced. "So what does he want us to do about it?"
"Well, apparently our outfit is getting a bit of a rep for being miracle workers . . . you know, 'If you're really up against a wall, call THEM!'? Anyway, he wants us to come up with an alternate design or a gimmick or something to catch people's attention so that his place will fill up before the compet.i.tion rents out room one."
"Us? The man must be crazy."
"Crazy or desperate," Bunny nodded. "I know we'd have to be crazy to take the job."
I waited until they were done laughing before I ventured my opinion.
"I think we should take it," I said at last.
I suddenly had their undivided attention.
"Really? Why should we do that?"
I steepled my fingers and tried to look wise.
"First off, there's the fee ... which, if I remember the letter correctly, was substantial even by our standards. Then again, there's the very point you were raising: we've never done anything like this before. It'll give us a chance to try something new . . . diversify instead of staying in a rut doing the same types of jobs over and over again. Finally ..."
I gave them both a lazy smile.
"... As you said, it's an impossible job, so we won't guarantee results. That means if we fail, it's what's expected, but if we succeed, we're heroes. The beauty of it is that either way we collect our fee."
The women exchanged quick glances, and for a moment I thought they were going to suggest that I take an extended vacation . . . like, say, at a rest home.
"Actually," Bunny said slowly, "I did have a course in interior decorating once in college. I suppose I could give it a shot. It might be fun designing a place on someone else's money."
"But, dear," Tananda put in, "you're so valuable here at the office. Since there's no guaranteed success on this one, it might be better if I took it on and left you free for more important a.s.signments."
Bunny started to say something in return, then glanced at me and seemed to change her mind.
"I suppose if your heart's set on it, there's no reason we couldn't both work on it together. Right, Skeeve?"
Now that had to be the dumbest idea I had heard all day. Even if the two of them were getting along fine now, I was sure that if they started b.u.t.ting heads over design ideas, any hope of friends.h.i.+p would go right out the window. Fortunately, I had a solution.
"Sorry," I said carefully, "I actually hadn't planned on using either one of you on this a.s.signment."
That hung in the air for a few moments. Then Tananda cleared her throat.
"If you don't mind my asking, if you aren't going to use either of us, who are you giving the a.s.signment to?"
I came around my desk and perched on the edge so I could speak more personally.
"The way I see it, the new design will have to be attention-getting, a real showstopper. Now when it comes to eye-catching displays, I think we've got just the person on our staff."
Ma.s.sha's Tale "ARE YOU SURE the great Skeeve sent you?"
Now I'll tell ya, folks, I'm used to people over reactin' to me, but this guy Hysterium seemed to be gettin' a little out a hand. I mean, Deveels are supposed to be used to dealin' with all sorts of folks without battin' an eye. Still, he was the client, and business is business.
"What ya sees is what ya gets. Cute, Rich, and Desperate."
It never hurts to spread a little sugar around, but this time the customer just wasn't buyin'.
"The Great Skeeve? The one who runs M.Y.T.H. Inc.?"
This was startin' ta get redundant, so I decided it was time ta put a stop to it once and for all. I heaved a big sigh... which, I'll tell you, on me is really something.
"Tell ya what . . . Hysterium, is it? Never was much good with names. If you want I'll go back and tell the Prez that you decided not to avail yourself of our services. Hmmm?"
All of a sudden, he got a lot more appreciative of what he was gettin'.
"No! I mean, that won't be necessary. You ... weren't quite what I was expecting, is all. So you're agents of M.Y.T.H. Inc., eh? What did you say your names were again?"
I don't know what he was expecting, but I was willin' ta believe we weren't it ... at least, I wasn't. Even when I'm just lazin' around I can be quite an eyeful, and today I decked myself out to the nines just ta be sure to make an impression. Of course, in my case it's more like out to the nineties.
No one has ever called me pet.i.te . . . not even when I was born. In fact, the nurses took ta calling my mom the "Oooh-Ahh Bird," even though I didn't get the joke until I was older. The fact of the matter is, folks, that I'm larger than large . . . somewhere between huge and "Oh, my G.o.d," leaning just a teensy bit toward the latter. Now I figure when you're my size there's no way to hide it, so you might as well flaunt it... and, believe me, I've become an expert on flauntin' it.
Take for example my chosen attire for the day. Now a lot of girls moan that unless you got a perfect figure, you can't wear a bare midriff outfit. Well, I've proven over and over again that that just isn't so, and today was no exception. The top was a bright lime green with purple piping, which was a nice contrast to the orange-and-redstriped bottoms. While I feel there's nothing wrong with going barefoot, I found these darling turquoise harem slippers and couldn't resist addin' them to the ensemble. Of course, with that much color on the bod, a girl can't neglect her makeup. I was usin' violet lipstick accented by mauve eye shadow and screaming yellow nail polish, with just a touch of rouge to hide the fact that I'm not gettin' any younger. I'd thought of dyein' my hair electric blue instead of its normal orange, but decided I'd stick with the natural look.
Now, some folks ask where I find outfits like that. Well, if ya can keep a secret, I have a lot of 'em made especially for me. Face it, ya don't find clothes like these on the rack ... or if ya do, they never fit right. Be sure ta keep that a secret, though. The designers I patronize insist that no one ever find out... probably afraid they'll get swamped with orders. They never put their labels in my clothes for the same reason. Even though I've promised not to breathe a word to anybody, they're afraid someone might find out by accident ... or was that in an accident? Whatever.
Oh, yes. I was also wearin' more than my normal allocation of jewelry, which, for anyone who knows me, means quite a lot. Ta save time, I won't try to list the whole inventory here. Just realize I was wearin' multiples of everything: necklaces, dangle bracelets, ankle bangles, earrings, nose rings ... I went especially heavy on rings, seein' as how this was for work. You see, not only are my rings a substantial part of my magical a.r.s.enal. Mom always said it wasn't ladylike to wear bra.s.s knuckles, and my rings give me the same edge in a fight, with style thrown in for good measure.
Anyway, I really didn't blame the client for bein' a little overwhelmed when we walked in. Even though he bounced back pretty well, all things considered, I think it took the two of us ta prove ta him just how desperate he really was.
"Well, I'm Ma.s.sha," I said, "and my partner over there is Vic."
Hysterium nearly fell over his desk in his eagerness to shake Vic's hand. My partner was dressed stylishly, if sedately by my standards, in a leisure suit with a turtleneck and ankle-high boots. His whole outfit was in soft earth tones, and it was clear the Deveel had him pegged as the normal member of the twosome. Call it a mischievous streak, but I just couldn't let it stand at that.
"Actually, Vic isn't one of our regular staff. He's a free-lancer we bring in occasionally as a specialist."
"A specialist?" Hysterium noted, still shakin' Vic's hand. "Are you an interior decorator?"
My partner gave him a tight smile.
"No, I'm more of a night-life specialist. That's why I'm wearing these sungla.s.ses. I'm very sensitive to the light."
"Night life? I'm not sure I understand."
I hid a little smile and looked at the ceiling.
"What Vic here is tryin' to say," I told the Deveel, as casually as I could, "is that he's a vampire."
Hysterium let go of the hand he had been pumpin' like it had bitten him.
"A vampire?!"
Vic smiled at him again, this time lettin' his outsized canines show.
"That's right. Why? Have you got something against vampires?"
The client started edgin' away across the office.
"No! It's just that I never . . . No. It's fine by me. Really."
"Well, now that that's settled," I said, takin' command of the situation again, "let's get down to business. If I understand it right, you've got a white elephant on your hands here and we're supposed to turn it into a gold mine by the first of the month."
Hysterium was gingerly seatin' himself behind his desk again.
"I... Yes. I guess you could summarize the situation that way. We're scheduled to be ready to open in three weeks."
"... And what kind of budget have we got to pull this miracle off with?" Vic said, abandoning his "looming vampire" bit to lean casually against the wall.
"Budget?"
"You know. Big Plunger. As in 'money'?" I urged. "We know what our fees are. How much are you willin' to sink into decorations and advertisin' to launch this place properly?"
"Oh, that. I think I've got the figures here someplace. Of course, I'll be working with you on this."
He started rummagin' through the papers on his desk.
"Wrong again. High Roller," I said firmly. "You're going to turn everything over to us and take a three-week vacation."
The Deveel's rummagin' became a nervous fidget. I was startin' ta see how he got his name.
"But... I thought I'd be overseeing things. It is my project, after all."
"You thought wrong. Mister," Vie said. "For the next three weeks it's our project."
"Don't you want my input and ideas?"
Fortunately, Vic and I had talked this out on the way over, so I knew just what to say.
"Let me put it to you this way, Hysterium," I said. "If you had any ideas you thought would work, you'd be tryin' them yourself instead of hirin' us. Now, three weeks isn't a heck of a lot of time, and we can't waste any of it arguin' with you over every little point. The only way to be sure you don't yield to the temptation of kibitzin' and stay out from underfoot is for you not ta be here. Understand? Now make up your mind. Either you let us do the job without interference, or you do it yourself and we call it quits right now."
The Deveel deflated slightly. It's always a pleasure doin' business with desperate people.
"Don't you at least need me to sign the checks?" he asked weakly.
"Not if you contact the bank and tell 'em we're cleared to handle the funds," I smiled.
"While you're at it," Vie suggested, "let the contractor know we'll be making a few changes in the finis.h.i.+ng work his crew will be doing. Say that we'll meet him here first thing in the morning to go over the changes. Of course, we'll need to see the blueprints right away."
Hysterium straightened up a little at that, glancin' quickly from one of us to the other.
"Can you at least let me in on your plans? It sounds like you have something specific in mind."
"Not really. Sugar," I winked. "We're just clearin' the decks so we can work. The marchin' orders are to turn a third-rate overnight hotel into the biggest tourist trap Deva has ever seen. Now will you get movin' so we can get started?"
It took us quite a while to go over the blueprints. You see, buildin' things had never been a big interest of mine, so it took a while to understand what all the lines and notes meant. Fortunately, Vic had studied a bit of architecture at one point when he was thinkin' of givin' up magic, so he could explain a lot of it to me . . .or at least enough so I could follow what he was talkin' about.
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