PIZZAZZ
PART ONE: SUMMER 1989
Chapter Eight: Ambition
"So what's the deal? How is she? Is she in one piece?"
As Jetta let herself back into the Gabor Mansion, she found Stormer
waiting
for her, an anxious look on her clever face. "Is what the doctors told
us
true - that she's out of danger?"
"Well, probably." Jetta rolled her eyes. "She were bitchin' about the
colour
of her nightgown an' her chipped nails with me, so I'd say so. She
ain't
strong though, Stormer. She can barely talk, let alone screech. I guess
she's
gonna be in there a while - like we were afraid she would be."
"Did she sign Eric's piece of paper?"
"Yes." Jetta nodded. "I'm in two minds as to whether I should give it
'im,
though. To be honest, even if it looks legit, I don't trust that guy."
"None of us do, but we haven't much choice." Stormer sighed, rubbing
her
temples. "When Pizzazz is here, she leaves most of the day to day
running
to Eric and he gets her clearance on important things but does most of
the
menial stuff. We all know that. If Pizzazz isn't there to sign the
paperwork,
things will grind to a halt. We already know Eric's having trouble with
our
insurance people. If he can't get at the company's assets then he can't
keep
it going. In our absence, the Stingers are probably it's biggest name
act.
If Eric can't promote them the company is in trouble and Riot will kick
up
a fuss. We have to go along with him. If she signed it, we shouldn't
interfere."
"I don't understand why you think it's any safer if 'e 'as control, but
all
right." Jetta sighed, nodding her head. "I told 'er I'd give it 'im
tomorrow
an' I will. I suppose you 'ave a point about logistics. Pizzazz is so
goddamn
paranoid she won't let anyone else 'andle things like that on a normal
basis
anyway. If she 'ad some kind of safeguard then one of us would be able
to
trot in an' 'andle it all an' Eric wouldn't need to be given access to
important
things like money...which is what this will mean."
"Eric is chief exec. If she doesn't trust him, she shouldn't employ
him."
Stormer laid a gentle hand on Jetta's shoulder. "Perhaps we can give
him
the benefit of the doubt, anyhow. He's been caught and punished for
that
business once, when Pizzazz took back the company. I don't think he'd
risk
doing it again when he'd have to face the wrath of the Gabor clan if he
was
rumbled. Doing it when the company was half his was one thing...this is
different."
"Yes, I suppose you're right." Jetta shrugged, tossing her jacket onto
the
newel post and pushing open the door to the lounge, leading the way
inside.
"Roxy home?"
"No, she went out about a half hour ago." Stormer shook her head. "She
took
her bike out to test it's new gearbox or...or something."
"If she ain't careful Pizzazz won't be the only Misfit in intensive
care."
Jetta said acidly. Stormer shook her head.
"Roxy knows what she's doing." She replied. "Besides...and this isn't
meant
as bitching, but it takes Pizzazz to get behind the wheel when she's
had
a couple of drinks, whether she's sober or not. Roxy's got more sense."
"Well, if she 'as, love, it's the only area she does 'ave it." Jetta
grimaced.
"I'll take your word for it."
She dropped down onto the sofa.
"I'm beat." She admitted. "It seems like a long day, even though I
ain't
done much really. Not compared to a normal workin' day."
"It's the uncertainty and worrying about Pizzazz." Stormer responded.
"I
feel it too." She stifled a yawn. "I've been up since four. I couldn't
sleep."
"I told her you'd go see 'er tomorrow." Jetta cast her companion a wry
smile.
"Go bore 'er with your new composition an' don't let 'er do much
talkin'.
Her chest aint up to it."
"I'll try, but Jetta, getting Pizzazz not to talk is like trying to
tell
the rain not to fall." Stormer settled herself comfortably in the big
corner
armchair. "I would like to see her, though. Just to settle for myself
how
she is. I can't get the way that doctor described her injury out of my
head."
Before Jetta could reply, there was a knock at the door, sharp and
impatient,
and the two girls exchanged looks of confusion.
"Roxy?" Jetta suggested. Stormer shook her head.
"Too early, and besides, she has a key." She replied. "Maybe it's
press."
"If it is, I'll tell them where to go." Jetta grimaced, getting to her
feet
and stalking out into the hall, unlocking the door and pulling it open
with
very bad grace. Her expression darkened as she registered the identity
of
their visitor.
"Riot." She muttered. "What are you doin' 'ere? Come to gloat about the
Misfits'
misfortune, or are your group doin' so badly these days that you've
taken
up door to door beggin'?"
"Neither, actually." Riot pushed his way past her and into the house.
"I
wanted to speak to Harvey Gabor. Is he here?"
"'Is daughter is at the hospital. He's not been far away from it since
the
accident. He's gone between there an' 'is office an' skipped this place
completely."
Jetta said matter-of-factly. "So you'd better get lost, 'adn't you?
It's
just Stormer an' me 'ere now."
"Well, you'll have to do." Riot seemed in no mood to leave. "You have
sway
with Pizzazz, don't you?"
"Depends what you mean by sway. I talk to 'er, yes, and sometimes she
listens."
Jetta barred the entrance to the living room, folding her arms across
her
chest. "You ain't welcome 'ere, you should know that."
"Pizzazz isn't here to give those kinds of orders, and you and that
mouse
Stormer are just tenants." Riot told her coolly. "So don't try
threatening
me. It won't work."
"I 'eard that that mouse 'ad given you a whack in the gob once,
for
your lip." Jetta returned, eying him with an equally cold glare. "So
Pizzazz
'as said."
Anger crossed Riot's face and he pushed her aside once more, opening
the
door to the living room and sauntering inside. Stormer let out a
startled
gasp as she registered the visitor, a frown touching her expression.
"What are you doing here?" She exclaimed.
"I came to talk to Harvey, but you girls will do." Riot took a seat,
ignoring
the venomous glower Jetta was sending him from the doorway for his
unchivalrous
behaviour. "Since Pizzazz is - as I understand it - at death's door, or
at
least incapacitated for the next few weeks, I need to know what's going
on
with the company. Most specifically, who has the reins. I know that
Pizzazz
keeps all of the money and whatever as her personal power-trip, but
surely
if she's laid up, someone has to keep this place running."
"I was under the impression that Eric was Pizzazz's choice of chief
executive,
Riot." Jetta said innocently. "Why would you suppose that the company
would
be in any bother?"
"Because Eric is a slimy conman who will ruin all of us before she
steps
out of the hospital, if we let him take control. I know from my own
bitter
experience running this place." Riot said darkly. "I want someone to
talk
to Pizzazz and convince her that it would be the best idea to let me
have
control of the company while she is unwell. I have experience - I took
part
in the running of the place back when I had shares in it, before the
unfortunate
business with Minx's paperwork, and I think you'll agree that I am less
likely
to sponge off the profits than Eric is. I hoped to put my case to
Harvey,
since he seems to be the one in overall control, but since you girls
have
been granted dispensation to visit her..."
"You thought that one of us would go and put your case to her?" Stormer
stared
at him. "Why should we? What have you ever done for the Misfits, except
take
the company away from us, humiliate us and hurt Pizzazz? Why should we
support
you?"
"Stormer's right." Jetta nodded. "You ain't done anything for us. Why
should
we flock to you as our temporary leader? Do you not think that we girls
are
capable of puttin' our 'eads together an' managin' this place ourselves
if
need be? Or do you think that it needs a man to be at the 'ead of
affairs?
Is that it?"
"Nothing of the sort. I merely wish to protect my interests - and
subsequently
those of the Misfits, too - from Eric's machinations." Riot said
smoothly.
"You know he's stolen from this company before. Do you want him in a
position
to do so again?"
"It isn't our choice to make. It's Pizzazz's." Stormer shook her head
slowly.
"She already granted Eric the rights you're looking for, Riot. And even
if
I did want to press your case with her - which I don't, because you
quite
honestly make me sick - I couldn't overturn what had already been
signed.
You're too late."
Riot's eyes narrowed.
"There hasn't been time." He said quietly. "I know Eric called you all
into
some confab this morning, but..."
"I took the paperwork to the 'ospital this afternoon." Jetta
interrupted
him. "Look, Riot, I agree with you about one thing. I think Eric is a
liar,
a cheat, a swindler an' a few other things besides. I wouldn't trust my
company
in 'is 'ands neither. But it ain't my company, it's Pizzazz's. An' she
seems
to think that 'e's tied up enough in this company now not to screw it
over.
She reckons 'e wouldn't dare tangle with the Gabor influence an' she
might
be right. It's an 'ell of a thing to come up against."
She frowned. "I don't know whether you'd be a better alternative,
either.
I think not. You've 'ad your way with this company before, an' we did
no
good out of it. This is a Misfit company...and Eric might be a loser
but
'e makes a good lackey if you put the fear of God into 'im. He can be
manipulated."
"Meaning I can't?" Riot raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Not from where we stand." Jetta shook her head grimly. "I'm not 'appy
with
'ow things are, Riot, but I'm not sufficiently unhappy to betray my
conscience
an' put your case."
"Besides, Pizzazz is hurt. She could have died." Stormer added. "And
you
and Eric only seem to care about fighting out who has control of her
company
while she's ill, like a pair of vultures. I think it's horrible."
"It's not horrible, Stormer, it's survival." Riot was impatient.
"Though
if she's already signed the place into ruin by giving Raymond control,
I
can see I'll have to practice damage limitation and see what I can do
for
my girls."
He got to his feet, moving towards the door, then he paused.
"You will regret this." He said softly. "I know you will."
"Was that a threat?" Jetta raised an eyebrow. Riot shook his head.
"No, it was a warning." He responded. "I don't know what it is, but
Eric's
up to something. You can just tell."
"We're watching him." Stormer replied. "And if you don't have any proof
that
he's causing trouble..."
"I don't need proof. I know Eric." Riot said darkly. "But fine. If
that's
how you want it, I see I wasted my time. I won't waste any more of it
in
this place."
With that he was gone, and shortly the girls heard the front door
banging
shut behind him. They exchanged grimaces.
"Caught between two evils." Jetta was the first to break the silence.
"Riot
or Eric. God. Could you imagine lettin' Riot 'ave 'is way?"
"I don't think Pizzazz has forgotten the way he treated her yet. His
chances
would not have been good even if we had been on his side." Stormer
pursed
her lips. "I won't mention this to her tomorrow, though. If she's as
fragile
as you say, I don't want to make her angry."
"No, don't. She's under orders of bein' kept quiet, otherwise 'er
breathin'
goes into spasm or something." Jetta remembered. "Better she don't know
about
Riot's visit till she's stronger. It don't matter, anyway. She's signed
Eric's
bit of paper, and to be honest, I don't think that 'avin' Riot would
make
life any better than 'avin' Eric."
"Me neither." Stormer looked pensive. "I don't think Riot would
embezzle,
but he would do plenty of other unpleasant things to block the Misfits
out
of things. We've been there before. Besides, if Roxy had been here,
she'd
have rearranged his jaw for him. She'd never have forgiven us if we'd
agreed
to back him without asking her. These kinds of things we have to do as
a
team."
"It's a shame she wasn't. 'E deserves a smack." Jetta pulled her thick
hair
back from her face, letting it fall back down over her shoulders. "What
got
to me was the idea that we needed either 'im or Eric to run this place.
As
if mere girls couldn't possibly take hold of a business."
"It's a shame in a way that we can't." Stormer murmured. "But we don't
have
the right training, the right skills...the right experience. You're
right,
though. It was chauvenistic and that's not an attractive
characteristic."
"You were downright rude to him." Jetta looked amused. "I like it when
you're
rude. It;s unusual."
"Well, he doesn't deserve any better." Stormer looked obstinate.
"Pizzazz
is very sick, and all he cares about is himself and his job."
"We've been pretty fussed on the job front too." Jetta reminded her.
Stormer
nodded.
"Yes, but we do actually give a damn about Pizzazz as well." She
pointed
out.
"We wouldn't be much good as Misfits if we didn't." Jetta said
flippantly.
She glanced at her watch. "I'm gonna call Justin, see if 'e wants to
catch
a late movie or something." She decided. "I could use somethin'
frivolous
after the day I've 'ad. Don't wait up, huh? I might crash at 'is, all
things
bein' equal."
"All right, Jetta. Have fun, huh?" Stormer smiled. "I'm probably gonna
head
to bed soon anyhow. Read or something. Take advantage of some peace and
quiet
and see if I can't sleep."
"I'll see you, then." Jetta nodded. She rolled her eyes. "And let's
'ope
tomorrow is less crazy, huh? I've 'ad about as much as I can take of
blatant
male ambition!"