issue."
‘ Great, as directed was his instructions
and she could direct him to do anything’ . James hadn't
contemplated quitting, it just wasn't part of his nature; but if it
got too far out of hand with her demands, he would have that card
to play. This was more her decision and he did his best to convince
her otherwise. His job was done as far as he was concerned after
telling her twice it was a bad idea, and whatever she had planned
would put any consequences on her. "I am at your service." he
replied, placing the vehicle in drive.
"Good, head for Lacy's department store."
she instructed.
James did as instructed and soon was parked
in a lot near the requested franchise. Climbing out, he walked to
the passenger door and opened it for his client. Shutting the door
for the client, he stood for instruction.
"Follow me." she instructed and James led
her to the store. With her in the lead, they didn't enter the front
door but went to a side door instead. James thought it odd but
opened the door for her.
Stopped by a lady with a name tag, he and
the client were allowed to pass and they were led to a dressing
area.
"I am looking for apparel for this
gentleman." indicating James, "Some formal attire will do." she
explained to the clerk.
"Any particular name brand?" the clerk asked
and was answered with, "Gucci should do."
Not long after, James found himself trying
on different suits. Mrs. Spencer settled on a dark single breasted
two-button signoria suit, and then wanted a dress shirt to match.
Shoes were next, and soon, James looked like any other well off
playboy.
Adding the charge to her account, they both
exited with James wearing the new clothes and his old ones in a
shopping bag.
"Please put those in the trunk along with
your briefcase and paperwork." Cathleen requested, after arriving
back at the car.
James had an issue with that. His weapon was
in the briefcase which was a safety precaution for him while
roaming the city late at night. He had a CCW license, but didn't
like carrying the weapon on him while dealing with clients. It had
a way of making people uncomfortable if they saw it on him. Placing
it in the trunk meant more time getting to it if needed.
"I'd like to keep my briefcase if possible."
James requested.
"Why? Take what you need and put the
briefcase in the trunk." she instructed.
James stared at her for a few seconds.
Opening the briefcase, he retrieved his 9 mm and laid it on the
seat. Closing the briefcase, he picked both up and headed for the
trunk. Using the remote, he opened the trunk and put the bag and
briefcase inside. Clipping the holster on the inside of his pants,
he closed the trunk and moved back to her door. He opened it and
stood waiting for her to get in.
She didn't mention the weapon and climbed
right in. James took his seat and started the sedan.
"Simon's Country Club, please." she
instructed.
James was aware of the club. The city big
shots congregated there, most for pleasure, but some with business
in mind. Although his client could easily afford a stretch limo,
she had chosen a sedan for other reasons. A flashy limo draws
attention, where a sedan could have anyone of little importance in
it. This afforded her privacy in a sense and she wouldn't be
bothered with oglers.
En route to the club, James was advised not
to open her door and let the valet park the car. This was a
problem, as nobody could drive the car but the chauffeur in charge
of it. Always a good driver, James called and talked to his
supervisor requesting permission.
"Dale? James, I need to allow a valet driver
to park the car." James started.
"You know you aren't supposed to let anyone
drive the car. Why are you bothering to ask?" the supervisor
chastised.
"I'm sorry but my client is most insistent."
James replied.
Dale let out a huff, "Who the fuck you got,
the president?"
"No sir, its Miss Cathleen Spencer sir."
James answered.
"Thee Cathleen Spencer?" Dale asked
incredulously, "Hold on, let me pull