"I want to talk to you."
Jetta blocked the doorway of Pizzazz's bedroom, eying her bandmate
with a determined expression on her clever face. "An' urgent, like.
"Can't it wait? I'm going out tonight." Pizzazz cast her companion
a frown, not ceasing in her search for her hairbrush. "I've lost my
brush and I have plans."
"Well, they will 'ave to wait." Jetta crossed the room, scooping the
brush up from it's location on a shelf, and holding it out. "'Ere. Stop
fussin' around your room an' listen to me, will you?"
"Are you giving me orders?" Pizzazz's green eyes glinted angrily and she snatched the brush away, sitting down on her bed to brush her thick wavy hair. "You should know better than that, Jetta."
"You don't scare me. You never 'ave." Jetta said coolly. "An' I
goin' nowhere until you 'ear me out, so you better get it over with if
you want to go out tonight. I'm bloody serious. This is a big deal."
Pizzazz gave an exclamation of annoyance, but she tossed the brush
down on her dresser, fixing her bandmate with a glare.
"Well?" She demanded. "Spit it out! I haven't got all goddamn
"I thought you should see this."
Jetta reached into her pocket, producing a crumpled sheet of paper.
"What is it?" Pizzazz took it, glancing at the numbers without
Jetta tut-tutted with impatience.
"The secret of the universe. What do you bloody think? Misfits
"What are you doing with this?" Pizzazz demanded. "Eric deals with
all the money and that side of it, not you! It's nothing to do with
"No?" Jetta pursed her lips. "Well, I admit it, We...I did some
about in 'is office while 'e was flyin' to Arnheim this morning. I
to find out what was goin' on."
"And why would you do something like that?" Pizzazz's eyes narrowed.
"I thought we were Misfits. I didn't think we went trawling through
"You don't do paperwork. As you just said, Eric does - and 'e's done
all the more since your accident. 'E is developin' the kind of
'e used to 'ave when it was Stinger Sound." Jetta replied quietly. "Not
that that's my business, but this..." she indicated the paper, "does
me, at least indirectly. I searched the office on Justin's account."
"Justin? What, he has you snooping through my company's records
Pizzazz's expression was one of incredulous anger. "Ooh! I've
you about him, Jetta..."
"No, this is a legit complaint." Jetta shook her head. She paused,
then, "An' if I tell the truth, it ain't just me who's been
Roxy's involved in it too. Apparently Justin ain't been paid for the
round of photos 'e did. He wondered if there was a glitch in the system
an' 'e asked Roxy to check it out for 'im, knowin' 'ow you feel about
an' 'im an' 'ow you'd take my interference. But Roxy couldn't make out
all of the small print without 'er damn glasses - which, apparently,
broke usin' them to rejig a carburettor, or somethin' - an' she dragged
me into it, since Justin's interests are also mine." She frowned.
she thought you might listen to me more than you would to 'er. I'm not
sure she was right."
"So Justin ain't been paid - so? He will be...as soon as you tell
it's been overlooked." Pizzazz snapped. "There's no need for this cloak
and dagger garbage!"
"No?" Jetta raised an eyebrow. "Eric's office is full of
from various companies an' organisations expectin' money for various
All of which are catalogued on the account printout, but...when Stormer
went to the bank to see what she could find out, all the payouts that
supposedly goin' to these people are actually all goin' into one
"Stormer? Dammit, are you all ganging up here?" Pizzazz demanded,
"What? Eric's account? What do you mean?"
"I mean, Pizzazz, that 'e's not only skimmin' off the company
He's directly usin' 'is power an' influence 'ere to divert payments
should be goin' out to legitimate sources into 'is own pocket, an' you
ain't doin' anything to stop 'im. This goes on much longer an' you
'ave a damn music company at all!"
Despite herself, Pizzazz blanched, studying the sheet of paper for
the first time with any interest. At length she glanced up.
"How does this tell you all that?" She said at length.
"It doesn't." Jetta shook her head. "But we've done more diggin'
Roxy's been workin' through Justin's account statements an' he is
Misfit Music ain't paid 'im a cent. Stormer charmed the bank teller
givin' 'er printouts of where the money was goin' and we tracked the
number down to Eric's at payroll. The evidence is all 'ere, you just
to wake up an' take notice, that's all. Unless, of course, you want
Music to fail." She shrugged. "As it stands, the bank balance is fairly
unhealthy. Look." She indicated the figure at the bottom of the page
a red-painted nail. "That's everythin' your music company 'as left
'is little game."
"Two hundred sixty one dollars?" Pizzazz bit her lip. "Dammit,
"Down to the last dime." A fresh voice came from the doorway and
girls glanced up to see Roxy leaning against the doorframe. "And people
are starting to get nasty about it, too. Stormer took a call in your
when we were going over accounts this morning and they weren't amused
not bein' paid. Can't blame 'em...if they ain't getting paid, then nor
will we be, either."
Pizzazz let out a gusty sigh.
"Fine. I'll deal with it." She said at length. "In the morning!
I have plans, and..."
"I hope they ain't plans with Eric." Roxy interrupted her, her
unreadable. Pizzazz looked startled.
"Excuse me? Eric's in Arnheim - and why would they be?"
"Oh, cut the crap, Pizzazz. We all know what's been going on. No way
he'd try a stunt like this if he didn't think he had you whipped." Roxy
said bluntly. Pizzazz bristled.
"Hey, you shut your mouth!"
"Roxy's right." Jetta said quietly. "We don't care what you do when
you ain't doin' Misfit business, but doin' our manager when 'e's
off your company is a bit over the top. Besides..." She paused,
a sidelong glance with Roxy, then, "If you 'ad've 'ad plans with 'im
I wouldn't 'old your breath. I doubt he's sleepin' on 'is own in 'is
'otel. Angry clientele ain't the only calls Eric gets in 'is office."
Pizzazz, who had been about to launch into a tirade at her
insinuations stopped dead, her face draining of colour for the second
that evening. Roxy, understanding at once what her bandmate was up to,
nodded her head.
"It's true." She said with a shrug. "I've seen them. She's some dumb
blond. They were at the Red Rock the other weekend. I almost brought
up my sushi watching them."
"Oh, is that a fact?" Suddenly Pizzazz's expression turned
"And how long might this little business have been going on?"
"Do we care?" Jetta spread her hands. "It's gross enough that it is,
an' it's about time you quit lettin' 'im take you for a ride, on
level. We're the Misfits an' this might be your music company, but we
well fought with you to get it back from those Stingers. If you don't
somethin' drastic, an' soon, it'll all 'ave been in vain. He will not
'ave ripped you off an' made a public fool out of you with this bimbo
'is, but 'e'll also 'ave taken away your music company an' the Misfits'
recordin' contracts in one fell swoop. Harvey ain't gonna finance a
company after the mess this one's becoming!"
Pizzazz's expression darkened, then she got to her feet, grabbing
jacket out of the wardrobe and heading towards the door, where she
"Come on." She said quietly.
"Come on? Where are we going?" Roxy looked startled.
"Nobody is taking Misfit Music away from me while there is still
in my body." Pizzazz muttered. "We're going to the office. You girls
so keen on spending time there, well, you can damn well show me what
found so I can see for myself what's going on. Then I'm going to speak
to Daddy. If everything you say is correct, then Eric will have to go -
and I will need Daddy's help to strengthen the company again." She
"He gave me this company to run. I damn well meant to make a success of
it, not let some greedy buffoon take it for a ride. I didn't expect to
have to go running back to Daddy for help, but if it's that versus
then that's what I'll have to do." She clenched her fists. "It was that
damn accident! He took over then...one of you should have stopped him!"
"On what authority?" Jetta asked. "We don't 'ave any. Technically
own the place, but we're just Misfits. Employees. We certainly ain't
"That hasn't stopped you this time." Pizzazz said grimly.
"What did we have to lose?" Roxy asked quietly. "Kinda figured it didn't matter what we did now, since the company was going in the dumpster."
Pizzazz didn't say anything for a moment, then,
"Go find Stormer. I
want to hear her side of this too. And be quick - we'll take the van."
"She's in her room. I'll be right back." Roxy nodded, withdrawing
into the corridor. As the door swung shut behind her, an awkward
Jetta met Pizzazz's gaze with a quizzical one of her own.
"Is it too late?" She asked levelly. Pizzazz's brows drew together
in a deep frown, and she scrunched up the account statement, tossing it
across the office in the direction of the bin. It ricocheted off the
rim, tumbling to the floor and she muttered a curse.
"Too late isn't an option." She said softly. "I'm a Gabor. Too late
doesn't happen to Gabors. We'll fix it. Now quit yapping and get in the
Meanwhile, Roxy had sped along the main hallway and up the stairs to Stormer's bedroom. The door was ajar, and she pushed it open, meeting her friend's startled gaze with a grin.
"Things are afoot." She said, by way of preamble.
"Afoot?" Stormer set aside her manuscript. "What do you mean?"
"Jetta told Pizzazz about the stuff we found." Roxy smirked. "Eric's
a goner when she sees the pile of junk in that office."
"Well, he shouldn't be ripping us all off." Stormer frowned. "Much
as I hate to be causing trouble, something had to be done. I'm glad
listened. I've been worried about her of late. She's been...too keen on
"She has been bedding him." Roxy's expression became one of
"You might as well say it - it's true, even if it is sick. After her
reaction tonight...I'm ninety percent sure and so is Jetta.
But that's okay. We've used that to our advantage."
"You've what?" Stormer looked confused.
"We told her that he's been screwing her over with some other
Roxy shrugged. "Hey, desperate times, Stormer!" As the songwriter
stunned. "Besides, it worked. She's going to the music company now to
what's going down, and she wants all of us with her. You coming?"
"Yes, of course, if she wants us all." Stormer nodded, grabbing her
boots and pulling them onto her feet. "What do you think she will do?"
"Do? Get shot of Eric, probably." Roxy shrugged. "She said she'd
to her father, too. We all know Harvey is Mr Moneybags, so he'll bail
company out." A smile touched her lips. "And if Eric's gone, there's
to try and keep us in line."
"As if he ever managed that, working for Pizzazz." Stormer pointed
out, tying a loose band into her thick curls and pulling on her coat.
I'm ready. If Harvey gets involved, ten to one he sends someone down to
take over the job."
"Ugh, you think?" Roxy pulled a face. "Maybe you're right. Still, we
can scare off any stiff in a suit if he doesn't comply with our rules,
"It might be a she." Stormer pointed out. "But yes, I think you guys
have proven that you're not to be taken lying down." A wry smile
her lips. "You three still scare even me from time to time."
"Then don't be such a wimp." Roxy shrugged. "Pizzazz said we're
the van, so she and Jetta must already be out there."
They made their way downstairs and out onto the Gabor Estate's main
forecourt. Pizzazz was already behind the wheel, Jetta in the passenger
seat, and, exchanging looks, Roxy and Stormer clambered into the back,
barely seated before their impatient leader roared the van out of the
and onto the main road.
"What she thinks we'll be able to solve tonight is anyone's
but at least she's takin' note." Roxy muttered, as the vehicle rattled
around a bend. She moved to the front of the van, leaning over Jetta's
shoulder to observe the road. "Hey, what are we gonna do, exactly?"
"Take a look at this so called evidence while Eric ain't at the
Pizzazz said flatly. "What do you think? That I'm gonna go to him and
he show it all me?"
"He's been doin' plenty of that, if you ask me." Jetta pursed her
Pizzazz's eyes narrowed.
"Shut your face." She ordered. "Else you'll find yourself out on the
tarmac and walking home."
Jetta shrugged, turning her attention to the road.
"At least it isn't busy tonight." She observed absently. "We might
even get to Misfit Music without causin' a fatality."
"I could arrange a fatality..." Pizzazz sent her a warning look.
"Please, don't fight." Stormer joined Roxy, clinging on to the seat
for support as she did so. "This is a serious business, and we all need
to work together. I don't think any of us realised what was happening
Justin brought it up with Roxy, but now we know about it, the sooner we
do something the better. The music company is important, after all."
It did not take long to make the short drive across town to the
company and before long the four girls were stationed in the main
where Eric spent most of his time. Papers were out on the desk and it
not take long for Pizzazz to see that her bandmates had been right. She
muttered a curse, rubbing her temples.
"I don't damn well need this." She murmured. "Who would've thought
running a music company would be so damn hard?"
"Are you all right?" Stormer looked concerned. Pizzazz dismissed her
with an impatient gesture.
"I'm fine, just mad, that's all." She replied grimly. "Nobody makes
a fool of me or makes a joke out of my company!"
She skimmed through the pile of letters that the company had
from angry clients, pursing her lips.
"Court?" Before Pizzazz could finish, Roxy had interrupted. "Dammit,
you're gonna sue him?"
"Damn right I am." Pizzazz agreed darkly. "For every cent he's
from me and for everything he owns. This is not going to carry on! This
guy is never going to work in Los Angeles again!"
"Should we inform the police?" Jetta asked quietly. Pizzazz bit her
lip, then shook her head impatiently.
"No." She said finally. "He'll only wriggle out of it somehow that
way. I want my money back and I want it with interest. I want to ruin
in this damn country, so noone ever thinks of employing him here
She set the pile of papers down on the desk.
"So what am I to do, if Stormer's on phone duty an' Roxy's doin' the
numbers?" Jetta folded her arms.
"That's simple." Pizzazz shrugged. "You're gonna fire the jerk."
"Me?" Jetta's eyes could not get any bigger.
"Hey, no fair!" Roxy protested. "I'd like to throw him out the place
"Well, maybe you will. But Jetta's gonna fire him." A strange glint
came into Pizzazz's eyes. "If you wanna escort him off the premises,
be my guest."
"But why me? Why can't you do it?"
"Because I have to speak to Daddy and tell him what's going down."
Pizzazz grimaced. "I could rip Eric's head off for making me look like
a screw-up in front of my father, but my bank account will only tide
place over temporarily." She pursed her lips. "So it's settled?
knows what they're doing?"
"I'm still not sure I 'ave any authority to do somethin' like fire
your chief executive." Jetta looked doubtful. "He might just laugh in
"He might." Pizzazz agreed grimly. "But he'll be laughing from a
bed if he ain't careful."
She pulled a sheet of paper off the memo pad, scribbling a note and
signing it with her familiar looping scrawl. "Here. Here's your
I won't be here. I gotta track Daddy down - I think he's still in San
and that means an early start."
"You're gonna drive out there? Can't you just call him?" Stormer
"I could, but it's better done in person." Pizzazz said briskly.
"The less people who get hold of this, the better - I don't want middle
men and interns getting a scoop. Gimme
the first of those, Stormer. It's already late and I got cheques to
"What about Eric's junk?" Roxy scooped up the name bar that stood on
the desk. Pizzazz shrugged, and Roxy deftly snapped it in two.
"Whoops." She said, smirking. "Look what I did."
"Dump it all in a box or something. If he takes being fired badly,
there's a dumpster outside it can go into." Pizzazz signed the first
hunting around for a blank envelope. "Jetta, envelopes!"
"Yes, your highness." Jetta rolled her eyes, nevertheless retrieving
the stack of envelopes from the shelf and handing them over. Pizzazz's
brows knitted, but she made no comment, merely handing over the cheque
"Write a cover note or something, will ya?" She said. "You're better
with all that nice crap than me."
"Sure, if you like." Stormer agreed, taking a sheet of headed
and writing a brief explanatory note on it.
"You two might as well go grab a box from downstairs to dump Eric's
garbage in." Pizzazz glanced up, her gaze falling on Roxy and Jetta.
on! I want it all ready to surprise him tomorrow when he brings his
Roxy eyed Jetta with a grimace, and the English girl shrugged.
"Sure." She said. "We'll see what we can do."
She grabbed Roxy by the arm, pulling her out of the office.
"Hey, don't manhandle me." Once outside, Roxy wrenched her arm free.
"So now we're playing errand girls - together?"
"No, we're getting out of there before we're sent to make the tea."
Jetta said dryly. "Stormer can play secretary. We can take our time
a box...an' then take great pleasure in dumpin' Eric's junk into it!"
"I'm so gonna gatecrash your firing session tomorrow." Roxy cracked
her knuckles. "He won't take it so good and it might take two of us to
get him out."
"Hardly likely. Eric's a wimp. Stormer could take him." She said
"I can't pretend I won't enjoy it. I've never liked that guy."
"You think I have?" Roxy snorted. "Not me. I don't know why Pizzazz
has been funny over him lately, but it's no skin off my nose if he's
off into oblivion. Not a moment too soon, if you ask me."
"Think Harvey will send someone down to cover the vacancy?"
"Stormer thinks so." Roxy pulled a graphic face. "Which means we'll
get to play scare the stiff, I guess. I don't want outsiders coming
into our company and screwing it up by trying to set 'rules'."
"God forbid." Jetta shuddered. "Eric was bad enough but at least he
wasn't an outsider."
Roxy sent her companion a sidelong glance.
"You and me ain't a bad team when we want to be." She observed at
"Well, this is for the greater good." She said quietly. "This is
job an' my job - it's also my work permit, for the record. I ain't
anything happen to it. And I'm sorry, but I'm done letting Pizzazz
herself to some guy almost twice 'er age. I don't know what's gotten
'er, but that's just..."
"Doesn't bear thinking about." Roxy agreed. "No, he has to go." She
smirked. "I ain't got problems with Pizzazz, you know that, but the
reason a guy like Eric would stick around and take the risk is for her
"Well, it's a pretty good incentive, if you feel like living
Jetta mused. "He wouldn't be the first guy."
"No. You'd think she'd wise up." Roxy snorted. "Oh well. At least we
hit her where she lives. She won't let him off the hook now she thinks
there's another woman involved."
"Like that would ever happen." Jetta chuckled. "The fact he's got to
Pizzazz is surreal enough. There's just no way in hell there'd be
woman. Hell, this is Eric we're talking about! Maybe if he was
pleasant company..." She looked amused. "Or even rich and fatally ill.
But plain old Eric? Just ain't goin' to 'appen."
"I guess that accident wacked her out more than we thought." Roxy
"No matter, though. Once he's gone, well, things get back to normal,
Her brown eyes sparkled. "And the Misfits are on top again."
"I wonder how Riot and his bimbos will react to the change." Jetta
pursed her lips, pushing open the door to the storeroom where empty
from equipment were generally stored. "I 'ope 'e won't try and muscle
again. Pizzazz may not be soft on him any more, but if the accident 'as
sent her outta wack we don't need her getting ideas in that direction."
"If she's suing Eric's ass off, she won't have time." Roxy said
"Don't bet on it." Jetta said frankly. "If you ask me she was funny
on that Dr Garcia guy who saved her life first of all. Then Eric...who
knows what she might do next? I know that she almost died and
but sheesh! Someone needs to give 'er a reality check on 'er taste in
"She - and all of us - would be better off if she cut them out
Roxy said firmly. "And I might well tell her so, too. Men are nowt but
trouble. Hey, this one do?"
"Big enough for all his rubbish?" Jetta looked doubtful. "Wouldn't get even half of his personalised stationary into this one."
"Or his hot air." Roxy smirked. "But it's the biggest one down here."
"Guess we could stick the rest on a bonfire." Jetta mused, getting
to her feet. "Well? Shall we shift it upstairs?"
"Hrm, let's wait a while. Let Stormer finish her little errand
else we'll get dragged in." Roxy shook her head. "Bad enough I gotta do
math tomorrow." She pulled another face. "I might be able to do math -
it doesn't mean I like it. You really got the fun job, Jetta. I always
knew she liked you best!"
"More likely she doesn't want to do it herself because of the stupid
position she's put herself in with you know who." Jetta said wisely.
doesn't want a confrontation with him, so muggins 'ere is gonna do it.
Not that I really mind. I think it might be one of those things which I
remember for some time to come!"
Three: To Hell And Beyond
Chapter One: Confrontations
Chapter Two: Harvey Gabor
Chapter Three: Aftershock
Chapter Four: Enter The Cavalry
Chapter Five: Executive Meeting
Chapter Six: Legal Wrangles
Chapter Seven: New Recruits
The Boring Disclaimer:
Pizzazz is not my character - she and the Misfits were created by Hasbro and given life by Christy Marx and the writers of the Jem series. However, the events, concepts and plotline contained in this story is my own and may not be duplicated. Justin, Alan and any character not featured in the Jem cartoon are entirely my creation and are also not to be duplicated anywhere else.