Day Seven. Part 1

Day seven. I was late to work again today but who cares. Seven days no clients maybe I needed to do a bit more advertising. I don’t know though if telling all five people I know about my new business doesn’t work then what would? Still I decided to place an ad in the local paper, mainly because it was cheap.
I call the number and spoke to a young woman who took my details and tells me the ad will appear in tomorrow’s edition.
“Nothing to do now but sit back and wait for the work to roll in.” I say to no one in particular.
Just as I put my feet up on the desk to relax the phone rings.
“OH YA” I scream jumping to my feet. But wait I think the ad is not out until tomorrow.
“Hello.” I say once I have picked up the phone.
“Hello this is Mary from the newspaper office. I was wondering what type of work you do?”
“Oh the usual. Ah…..” to be honest I didn’t really know what I did as I hadn’t gotten any jobs yet, “Body guard, finding missing people ah….. Being an all around legend ….. Basically what ever I will get paid for.”
“Oh good, be at 10 waldon street at 8 tonight and come alone.” She says and hangs up.
‘Interesting’ I think, ‘finally a case to get my teeth into’.
8.30 I arrive at 10 waldon street and I see the woman standing in a door way wearing a tight black dress. ‘This could be a very sexy first job.’ I think. She has a dog on a leash beside her. ‘Not really into that,’ I think, ‘but let’s see where this goes.’
“You’re late.” She says glaring at me.
“I doubt it.” I say, “So what’s the job?”
She looks me up and down for a minute and then says, “I’m going to la Rome for dinner and I want you…..”
I interrupt her before I she can finish “I’m afraid you are going to have to go some where else. Unfortunately last time I was in la Rome there was some unpleasantness and let’s just say I am no longer welcome there.”
“Yes well luckily for everyone you are not coming with me. I need you……”
“Lady,” I say interrupting her again, “why would you call me out here not to go anywhere with you. I mean it’s your buck. I charge the same for doing nothing as I do for ah…doing.”
“Well don’t worry you will be ‘doing’ as you put it. I called you here to look after fufu.” She says.
“Lady, I don’t know what the hell that is but if it’s illegal I charge double.”
“Fufu is my dog. La Rome has the best food in town but they don’t allow dogs, even dogs as sophisticated as fufu into the restaurant. My usual minder cancelled at the last moment so I am going to pay you to stand here and mind fufu while I eat my meal.”
“No bother lady,” I say taking the dogs lead. “cujo is safe with me.”
“FUFU, is a champion poodle and worth more than your life. Please don’t move from this spot.” She turns and walks into the restaurant.
I look down at the animal who is wearing a rather flashy blue cardigan and say, “Come on Cujo lets go for a walk.”