She shakes her head.
“No way. I’m taking all the financial risks. It’s my company. You’re an employee.”
“But I get stock options and you’ll match my 401(k).”
“Tell yourself whatever story you need to get yourself out of bed, but as of now, you’re on the clock. Which means sticking to coffee during daylight hours.”
“You know how to suck all the fun out of being sober.”
“That’s a boss’s job.”
My coffee is getting cold, but I sip it anyway. It tastes lousy. I mean, it doesn’t taste any different than it did a minute ago, but knowing it’s my only drink of choice all day, every day . . . Let’s just say that the romance is over.
“I thought Chihiro would be here with you,” says Julie.
I turn and scan the room for familiar faces, but don’t find any.
“She’s out getting some new clothes and things. Since she got her new face, she’s been doing this bleach-blond kogal look. You know, Japanese schoolgirl drag. She was having fun, but I went through the plaid-skirt thing back with my old magic circle. A woman named Cherry Moon. She wanted to look like a junior high princess forever. After that, I don’t want anything to do with that Lolita stuff. So, she said she’d figure out something else.”
“Sounds like she likes you.”
“She just likes my movie collection.”
“I’m sure that’s what it is.”
A new song comes on the jukebox, a fifties cha-cha version of “Jingle Bells.” I’m going to have to speak to Carlos about how his Santa fetish is curdling his taste in music.
“I have some good news,” Julie says. “I think I found a real office. On Sunset, near Sanborn. It’s a little two-story building that used to have a dentist on the first floor and a telemarketing company on the second. The woman who owns it left when the floods started. There’s some water damage in the lobby, but it’s not bad and she has insurance. Best of all, after all the craziness, she doesn’t want to come back to L.A. and will sell me the whole place for a song.”
“That’s great. Congratulations.”
Julie smiles.
“I mean, it’s not much to look at. It’s between an El Pollo Loco and an empty garage, and across the street from a used car lot.”
“A car lot? That’s convenient. I’m going to need to steal a lot more cars now that I can’t shadow-walk anymore.”
“Don’t even think about it,” says Julie, suddenly serious.
“Fine. I’ll get around on a Vespa. See how much your clients like that.”
“Can’t you ride your motorcycle?”
“I brought it back from Hell. There’s no way it’s street legal and I’m not looking for any more run-ins with LAPD.”
“And you think stealing cars will help you avoid that?”
I’m not a huge fan of other people’s logic.
“Don’t worry,” she says, “we’ll figure out something. Just no stealing anything in the neighborhood.”
“Cross my heart.”
“With luck I’ll sign the papers next week. I’m putting my condo up for sale. That will cover most of the costs.”
“I’ll cross my fingers and toes too.”
“Thanks.”