— Can I ask why you left?
— I was one of seventeen Jr. VPs in out division specializing interest derivatives, market risk exposure, plus a little P/L analyses on the side. Sounds... almost as dull as it was. And just a point of clarification, I work with people, and for people, never under them.
— And what would you say Your best quality?
— My patience.
— Great, great. So, how close to the street are you? Your shoes. Very fashionable about five or six years ago. You look like a woman who would care. Do you wanna talk about it?
— OK. I had banked some stock options from this blossoming internet start-up, and decided to seek enlightenment in the Holy land.
— I would have guessed Tibet...
— I'm old school.
— That was interesting, little creepy.
— So what can you tell me about him?
— I just met him... I'd say high school graduate, possibly a missionary or insurance salesman although with obvious connections to some sort of criminal enterprise.
— Okay, what else? <...> And would you say he is... Married or single?
— Divorced. If there were a woman's life she'd make him a babe little more with him.
— Sorry to interrupt. Are you busy?
— Yes, Ray, I was having a glamour night.
— I'm goint to... I'm going to tell you something and I don't want you to ask any questions.
— Well, we all know how good I am at that.
— We slept together last night.
— Did I like it?
— I said no questions, remember?
— Did you like it?
— Lola!
— How do you know I wasn't with someone else last night?
— Were you?
— I thought the idea was to keep our private life and work life separate? Okay, go ahead.
— You invited me over yesterday morning. I showed up at seven-thirty PM with a bottle of wine.
— What kind?
— Merlot. And you cooked me dinner.
— Don't tell this story my mother. She'll know you're making it up.
— A roast.
— Lasagna. I can make lasagna.
— Fine, lasagna. I showed up at seven-thirty, we had dinner and I didn't leave until nine o'clock in the morning.
— Just one more question.
— What?
— Are you gonna call me?
— You know my chosen profession, right?
— Yes.
— People have been hiring hitmen for thousands of years. Ever since some Neanderthal gave some other Neanderthal half a mastodon to clock his brother with a rock.
— Neanderthals? I would have taken you for a creationist.
— More of a pragmatist, really. Which is where you come in.
— Do I?
— I think having a man of your skills covering my tracks would be extremely helpful.
— Well I'm sorry but I don't alibi crimes.
— So I think I need to tell you something. I'm actually a huge opera fan.
— That's what you needed to tell me?
— But I always preferred Carmen to Salome. You know why?
— Because in Salome the hero loses his head and in Carmen the evil temptress is made to pay with her life?
— Oh no. Actually, it's the overture.
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