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not_entirelySince the record store was closed Mondays, Lucas took the opportunity to do quite a bit of relaxing. Mostly, that meant sleeping and catching up with reruns of Bitterwoman. Over all, a pleasant way to spend his time.
Until the phone rang.
Thinking it was probably someone applying for a job, or at least hoping it was, he answered rather than letting it roll to voicemail:
"Empire Records and Bidet, Lucas speaking,
Yes,
It's a joke, sir. We don't really sell bidets.
Did you say 'court appointed guardian'?
No, I wasn't aware of that.
It won't. We here at Emp--
I see,
One day a week, at the moment.
Yeah, she came in the day we opened. Showed real . . . promise, so I offered her the position.
No, I wasn't aware of that, either.
The basics, really. Running the cash register, taking care of inventory, customer service. . . .
I guess she might, but electrician work isn't really in the job description.
Frankly, I'm pretty sure that life provides you with problem solving skills. But working here being a part of life. . . .
Uh-huh,
Security systems? I don't think we'll be facing anything worse than shop-lifters.
I see,
Yes.
No.
No, I doubt that--
What?
With all due respect, sir, but what kind of job do you think this is, exactly?
. . .
You're 'the Man', aren't you.
The what organization?
Yeah, well, 'the goose sleeps alone' to you, too.
Who?
No.
No.
I really don't think--
Yes,
Okay, okay, I get it,
Fine. What's that country code?
Yeeeeeah.
Not . . . exactly,
I'll tell her.
Yes.
Yes.
No.
Bye."
Lucas stared at the phone for a long moment after he hung up. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He was really hoping the man had been kidding, but he did make a mental note to look into how exactly an orphan from Argentina could be connected with Soviet Intelligence, and what that Italian guy had to do with it.
Until the phone rang.
Thinking it was probably someone applying for a job, or at least hoping it was, he answered rather than letting it roll to voicemail:
"Empire Records and Bidet, Lucas speaking,
Yes,
It's a joke, sir. We don't really sell bidets.
Did you say 'court appointed guardian'?
No, I wasn't aware of that.
It won't. We here at Emp--
I see,
One day a week, at the moment.
Yeah, she came in the day we opened. Showed real . . . promise, so I offered her the position.
No, I wasn't aware of that, either.
The basics, really. Running the cash register, taking care of inventory, customer service. . . .
I guess she might, but electrician work isn't really in the job description.
Frankly, I'm pretty sure that life provides you with problem solving skills. But working here being a part of life. . . .
Uh-huh,
Security systems? I don't think we'll be facing anything worse than shop-lifters.
I see,
Yes.
No.
No, I doubt that--
What?
With all due respect, sir, but what kind of job do you think this is, exactly?
. . .
You're 'the Man', aren't you.
The what organization?
Yeah, well, 'the goose sleeps alone' to you, too.
Who?
No.
No.
I really don't think--
Yes,
Okay, okay, I get it,
Fine. What's that country code?
Yeeeeeah.
Not . . . exactly,
I'll tell her.
Yes.
Yes.
No.
Bye."
Lucas stared at the phone for a long moment after he hung up. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He was really hoping the man had been kidding, but he did make a mental note to look into how exactly an orphan from Argentina could be connected with Soviet Intelligence, and what that Italian guy had to do with it.
