"Not to worry," he said. "You can always use a disguise spell to get away, or if it'll make you feel better, we'll give you an escort to..."
There was a knock on the door.
"Ah. Unless I miss my guess, that should be the Council now. Get the door, Quigley."
The magician hesitated and glanced around the room as if looking for a way to escape. Finally he sighed and trudged toward the door.
"Speaking of disguises, Skeeve..."I said.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Aahz."
With an absent-minded wave of his hand we were disguised again, this time in the appearances we used when we first arrived.
"Oh! Lord Magician. May we come in? There are certain matters we must ... oh! I didn't realize you had guests."
It was indeed the Council. Right on schedule. I snuck a wink at Skeeve, who nodded in encouragement.
"These are ... friends of mine," Quigley said lamely, as if he didn't quite believe it himself. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
Several sets of uneasy eyes swept us.
"We... urn... hoped to speak with you in private."
"We'll wait outside, Quigley," Skeeve said, getting to his feet. "Just holler if you need us."
"Well, that's that," I sighed after the door closed behind us. "I wonder what Quigley's going to do for his next job?"
Skeeve leaned casually against the wall.
"I figure that's his problem," he said. "After all, he's the one who asked us to spring him from his contract. I assume he has something else lined up."
"... And if he doesn't? Quigley's never been big in the planning-ahead department. It won't be easy for him to find work with a termination on his record."
"Like I said, that's his problem," Skeeve shrugged. "He can always ..."
The door opened, and the Council trooped silently out. Quigley waited until they were clear, then beckoned us inside frantically.
"You'll never guess what happened," he said excitedly.
"You were fired, right?" Skeeve replied. "C'mon, Quigley, snap out of it. Remember us? We're the ones who set it up."
"No, I wasn't fired. Once they got over being mad, they were impressed by the show of magik I put on at the game. They renewed my contract."
I found myself looking at Skeeve, who was in turn looking back at me. We held that pose for a few moments. Finally Skeeve heaved a sigh.
"Well," he said, "we'll just have to think of something else. Don't worry, Quigley. I haven't seen a contract yet that couldn't be broken."
"Ummm... actually, I'd rather you didn't."
That shook me a bit.
"Excuse me, Quigley. For a moment there I thought you said..."
"That's right. You see, the Council was impressed enough that they've given me a raise ... a substantial raise. I don't think I'll be able to do better anywhere else, especially if they ask for a demonstration of my skills. There have been some changes in the contract, though, and I'd really appreciate it if you two could look it over and let me know what I'm in for."
"I'm sorry about that, Skeeve," I said as we trudged along. "All that work for nothing."
We had finally finished going over the contract with Quigley and were looking for a quiet spot to head back to Deva unobserved.
"Not really. We solved Quigley's problem for him, and that new contract is a definite improvement over the old one."
I had meant that he had done a lot of work for no pay, but decided not to push my luck by clarifying my statement.
"You kind of surprised me when we were talking outside," I admitted. "I half expected you to be figuring on recruiting Quigley for our crew, once he got free of his contract."
The Kid gave a harsh bark of laughter.
"Throw money at it again? Don't worry, Aahz. I'm not that crazy. I might have been willing to spot him a loan, but hire him? A no-talent, do-nothing like that? I run a tight ship at M.Y.T.H. Inc, and there's no room for deadwood... even if they are old friends. Speaking of the company, I wonder if there's any word about..."
He rambled on, talking about the work he was getting back to. I didn't listen too closely, though. Instead, I kept replaying something he had said in my mind.
"A no-talent do-nothing ... no room for deadwood, even if they are old friends ..."
A bit harsh, perhaps, but definitely food for thought.
Chapter Five:
"What fools these mortals be."
-SMAUG
I NEVER REALLY REALIZED how easy it was to buy something until I tried my hand at selling. I'm not talking about small, casual purchases here. I'm talking about something of size... like, say, a casino/hotel. Of course buying it had been simplified by the fact that the developer... what was his name? No matter... was desperate. Trying to offload it, however, was an entirely different matter.
Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the sea of paper on my desk, trying to mentally sort out the various offers, only to discover they were starting to run together in my head. I've noticed that happening more and more after midnight. With a muttered curse, I cast about for my notes.
"Working late, Skeeve?"
"What?" I said, glancing up. "Oh. Hi, Bunny. What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I could say I was worried about you, which I am, but truthfully I didn't even know you were still here till I saw the light on and poked my head in to check. No, I was just fetching a few things I had stored in my desk. Now, I can return the same question: what are you doing here?"
I stretched a bit as I answered, grateful for the break.
"Just trying to organize my thoughts on selling The Fun House. I'm going to have to make my recommendations to the Board as to which of these offers to accept when we discuss it at our monthly meeting."
She came around the desk and stood behind me, massaging the knots out of my shoulders. It felt wonderful.
"I don't see why you have to make a presentation to the Board at all," she said. "Why don't you just go ahead and make the decision unilaterally? You made the decision to sell without clearing it with anyone else."
Something in what she said had a ominous ring to it, but I was enjoying the backrub too much to pin it down just then.
"I made the decision unilaterally to open our door to offers ... not to sell. The actual final call as to whether or not to sell, and, which, if any, of the offers to accept, is up to the Board."
"Then if it's up to them, why are you killing yourself getting ready to make a pitch?"
I knew where she was coming from then. It was the old "you're working too hard" bit. It seemed like I was hearing that from everybody these days, or often enough that I could sing it from memory.
"Because I really want this motion to carry," I said, pulling away from her. "If there's going to be any opposition, I want to be sure I have my reasons and arguments down pat."
Bunny wandered back around the desk, hesitated, then plopped down into a chair.
"All right, then rehearse. Tell me why you want to sell, if you don't mind giving a preview."
I rose and began to pace, rubbing my lower lip as I organized my thoughts.
"Officially, I think it's necessary for two reasons. First, pretty soon now the novelty of the place is going to wear off, and when it does the crowds ....nd therefore our revenues... will decline. That will make it harder to sell than right now, when it's a hot spot. Second, the place is so successful it's going to generate imitators. From what I've been hearing at my ‘businessman's lunches,' there are already several plans underway to construct or convert several of the nearby hotels into casinos. Again, it will dilute the market and lower our price if we wait too long."