?What do you mean there's an outstanding balance? I paid the invoice in full last week! I have a canceled check with your company's imprint on it! The money's already been withdrawn from my account!?
Lelah was pacing back and forth in her loft in New Haven, shouting into her cell phone. It was nearly dark out; the sun had just begun making its slow descent towards the western shore when she had begun her phone call. After being on hold for some 35 minutes and speaking to no less than seven different secretaries and assistants, she finally had gotten through to the construction foreman.
?Look, Mr. Forneau, I went down to the site this morning and no one was there. There was a bunch of equipment and materials, but no workers. We were supposed to break ground today on the office building.?
Lelah fell silent for a moment as she listened to the foreman explain that there wouldn't be any workers on the site until the outstanding balance on the account was paid. ?Fine,? she said in a tone of voice that indicated that it was anything but. ?I'll be down to your office tomorrow morning, first thing, and I want you to show me this outstanding balance of yours. I want it in writing or I'm not paying it.?
There was another pause as Forneau delivered an ultimatum. Lelah snorted and the uppity New York bitch she'd long been accused of being came out. ?We had a contract, Mr. Forneau. A signed, witnessed contract that I filed with the appropriate people at City Hall. You don't start work tomorrow, and I'll sue your ass so fast you won't have time to ask for lube. Do I make myself clear?? When the foreman started cackling with laughter, she stabbed the off button on the phone and threw it against the couch.
Oscar, who was currently sitting on the couch, watching as his mistress paced back and forth in front of him, buried his head between his paws and whined. Lelah frowned and said in a somewhat more controlled voice, ?I'm sorry, Oscar. I didn't mean to scare you. I think this assh*le is asking me for a bribe. Can you believe that? Jesus, it's like I'm still doing business with the wise guys back home.? She sighed deeply and sat down hard on the couch, reaching out to scratch the little dog's ears. ?What the hell am I gonna do? I don't have money for bribes. I've dumped everything I have into this and there's nothing left.? Oscar scooted closer to her, laying his head on her leg, and looked up at her. ?Yeah, I know. How do I go to Alain or Julian or even 'Taya and explain the delays? I have a feeling that Alain ? and probably Julian, too ? is gonna be all up my back about this if I don't fix it before Monday. Do you think the assh*le will take payments on my bribe?? She snorted and stood, going back to the kitchen table which had become the headquarters of 21twelve studios until there was an actual office building.
With a huge sigh, she began going over the books one more time, cursing her inability to squeeze extra money from somewhere. She needed an accountant, or at least someone who had a magical way with numbers. Somewhere in the mess of her finances, there had to be a hidden cache of funds.
Lelah was pacing back and forth in her loft in New Haven, shouting into her cell phone. It was nearly dark out; the sun had just begun making its slow descent towards the western shore when she had begun her phone call. After being on hold for some 35 minutes and speaking to no less than seven different secretaries and assistants, she finally had gotten through to the construction foreman.
?Look, Mr. Forneau, I went down to the site this morning and no one was there. There was a bunch of equipment and materials, but no workers. We were supposed to break ground today on the office building.?
Lelah fell silent for a moment as she listened to the foreman explain that there wouldn't be any workers on the site until the outstanding balance on the account was paid. ?Fine,? she said in a tone of voice that indicated that it was anything but. ?I'll be down to your office tomorrow morning, first thing, and I want you to show me this outstanding balance of yours. I want it in writing or I'm not paying it.?
There was another pause as Forneau delivered an ultimatum. Lelah snorted and the uppity New York bitch she'd long been accused of being came out. ?We had a contract, Mr. Forneau. A signed, witnessed contract that I filed with the appropriate people at City Hall. You don't start work tomorrow, and I'll sue your ass so fast you won't have time to ask for lube. Do I make myself clear?? When the foreman started cackling with laughter, she stabbed the off button on the phone and threw it against the couch.
Oscar, who was currently sitting on the couch, watching as his mistress paced back and forth in front of him, buried his head between his paws and whined. Lelah frowned and said in a somewhat more controlled voice, ?I'm sorry, Oscar. I didn't mean to scare you. I think this assh*le is asking me for a bribe. Can you believe that? Jesus, it's like I'm still doing business with the wise guys back home.? She sighed deeply and sat down hard on the couch, reaching out to scratch the little dog's ears. ?What the hell am I gonna do? I don't have money for bribes. I've dumped everything I have into this and there's nothing left.? Oscar scooted closer to her, laying his head on her leg, and looked up at her. ?Yeah, I know. How do I go to Alain or Julian or even 'Taya and explain the delays? I have a feeling that Alain ? and probably Julian, too ? is gonna be all up my back about this if I don't fix it before Monday. Do you think the assh*le will take payments on my bribe?? She snorted and stood, going back to the kitchen table which had become the headquarters of 21twelve studios until there was an actual office building.
With a huge sigh, she began going over the books one more time, cursing her inability to squeeze extra money from somewhere. She needed an accountant, or at least someone who had a magical way with numbers. Somewhere in the mess of her finances, there had to be a hidden cache of funds.