only deal directly with the client who
is going to use our services. We don’t sell gift cards for our services and I
don’t take on anybody who doesn’t directly hire me. Have your friend call me,
then I can begin offering him my services.”
Stills was not to be deterred. “Julie,” he
said, pausing to correct himself. “Miss Facet, your services come highly
recommended from more than a few of my friends. A few of my happily married
friends. I know all about your company. You produce amazing results and I’ve
seen it for myself. My buddy needs your help, and honestly, he’s a little
embarrassed to call. I work for him, so I offered to call to, you know, scope
it out for him.”
“I’m really sorry but—”
“Look, just meet him, tonight. I’ll pay you. I
know you don’t come cheap. But I’ll give you a twenty percent advance on your
fee if you just meet him tonight. It’ll be an hour out of your day. You can
come down to the club, meet with Leon, and have a free drink. Even if you don’t
end up working with him, you’ll get paid just for coming down for a free
drink.”
I considered it for a minute.
“Okay, I’ll transfer you to my secretary
after our discussion and she’ll handle your deposit. You’re fully aware that if
this doesn’t work out tonight, you lose your deposit?”
“Yes, no problemo. I’m positive it’ll go
well.”
“Okay, Stills. Tell me about your friend.”
“His name is Leon Christensen.” The name
sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to the face. “He owns a
chain of clubs. I’m the manager of them, and him and I go way back. Leon comes
from old money, but you know, I wasn’t nearly as lucky. But Leon is the best
guy I know, and that’s why I need you. He’s been in and out of relationships so
quickly that it’s almost as if he’s sabotaging himself. If you could help him
figure out what he’s doing wrong and find him the perfect match, that would be
incredible.”
I considered it for a moment. It wouldn’t
have been the first time I took on a case that took a little bit of attitude
adjustment on the client’s part.
“Come down to The Nova, it’s Leon’s Beverly
Hills club. Can you meet him there tonight, maybe around six or so, before we
open for the public?”
I scanned the calendar on my computer and saw
that I was free. “Yes, that’ll work for me. I’ll be there at six on the dot. At
seven, I leave. I’ll let you know when I leave whether I take his case or not.”
“Perfect!”
I transferred him to April and she took his
deposit. It was an easy assignment, and if it worked out, I’d have another
client. If it didn’t work out, I’d have a significant paycheck for doing
relatively little work. While I was always a little annoyed by the rich and their
proclivity to not abide by rules, it always worked out in my bank account’s
favor.
The day passed quickly and I left the office
before April to go home and get ready. I was neither anxious nor excited. It
was just another contract that was waiting to be signed or not signed.
I pulled up to the club at ten to six and a
man, who I assumed was Stills, was waiting outside, talking with a bouncer. He
spotted my car and flagged an employee over. I pulled over to the curb in front
of the club and got out of my car. The valet Stills had flagged over smiled and
bowed slightly to me before getting in my car to park it.
The club was impressive. Even from the
outside, the building was very elegant. The sign out front was neither tacky
nor covered with fluorescent lights which screamed that a rave was going on
inside.
I looked at Stills. He was much younger than
I expected. His hair was the whitest blond that I’d ever seen on a man. Bulging
muscles stretched his expensive suit skin-tight. When he shook my hand, his
hand was rough and his fingers were as thick as sausages. His grip was firm,
but he didn’t crush