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all for staff members. Then, pointing at the
opposite wall, he claimed the same layout was through that
door.
    Niles went on through the last door and
James followed. It had rooms to the side but the hallway appeared
longer. An elevator stood at the end. Opening it up with a swipe
card, Niles pressed the blue number 1.
    The elevator stopped and James found himself
facing the back side of the garage. More vehicles sat here. Niles
explained there was a parking lot just outside and this entrance
was used by staff and servants. Directing James' attention over to
his Cadillac, Virgil stepped out of it and tossed him the keys.
    "Not a bad ride," nodding at the car, "I'll
get the maintenance log started for it." he said, pointing to a
room in a corner, "Mechanic office is there. Any problems look up
Ernest."
    "Ok, am I clear to leave now?" James asked,
thinking the tour was over and he had probably worn out his
welcome.
    "Where would you go?" Niles asked, handing
his weapon back to him.
    "Home, I guess." James replied, wondering
what kind of question that was.
    "Boy, you are home." Virgil guffawed. "Your
crap is unloaded already. Servants are moving all of it into your
room."
    "Wait, I'm moving in here?" James asked
unbelievingly. "I have an obligation at my apartment."
    "Already taken care of, stud." Niles
announced.
    "James!" he heard, coming in from an
entrance on the side. Turning around, he recognized Lisa walking
in.
    "Good evening and good to see you again."
James replied. She looked great. Wearing a halter top and safari
pants, her looks struck James like it did the first time.
    Eyeing the sharply dressed hunk, she asked,
"You headed out?"
    "No, apparently I am not." James
reckoned.
    She greeted Virgil and Niles then asked him,
"Would you walk with me?"
    "You have me." James replied, and they
walked over and went back down the elevator.
    "So, Spenco got their mitts on you?" Lisa
asked.
    "Oh, I'd say they were all over me." James
laughed nervously.
    His new phone made a sound. Looking at it,
it was his calendar alerting him about a doctor's appointment
tomorrow at eleven. Lisa asked what it was and he told her.
    "Oh, your physical and crap. Been there,
done that." laughing, "What else you got scheduled?"
    James never worked with a smart phone
before. Text, camera, and phone had been good enough. Looking it
over, he had an appointment for that evening. 'Cathleen Spencer,
21:00, personal session.' checking the next day, 'AP DL#4299 15:23
Dawn Gracie Hyatt Downtown' and another listed '3127 Brittany Trail
20:00 Stacy Davidson as directed' and recited all this to Lisa.
    "Ok, they set it up in military time. They
give you the pickup first, then the time, then the destination."
she explained.
    "Really, you seem to know how it works."
James surmised.
    "I ought to," Lisa showed him one of hers,
'Business Center Complex, 11:00, George Kline, Marriott AP'.
    "That was today. What took so long?" James
asked.
    "That was a special service client, silly."
Lisa replied, pulling the phone back. James wondered if she was the
female equivalent to his position then.
    The elevator opened and they walked the
hallway to the rec room. James opened and held the door for her. A
few people had gathered around and were chatting. Lisa introduced
them. James didn't know why a lawyer or accountant needed to stay
at the house. All they said was, "We are I.R.S. deterrents." and
laughed.
    James and Lisa continued to her room. He
noticed his door was open. A man in overalls was coming out and
seen him looking.
    "Your stuff?" he asked, thumbing behind
him.
    "It seems so." James replied.
    "Man, too many books!" he huffed, "Don't you
own anything that doesn't weigh fifty pounds?"
    James just shrugged his shoulders, stepping
out of the way of the dolly he was using.
    Lisa opened her door with a swipe card and
invited him in.
    Pink. The woman was addicted to it
apparently. Bed sheets, dressers, and walls; all covered with pink.
She even had pink stuffed animals.