PART THREE: TO HELL AND BEYOND
Chapter Two: Harvey Gabor
Pizzazz gazed up at the big concrete building, her heart heavy and her
eyes still glittering with anger. Pushing open the door, she stalked
resolutely up to the front desk, shooting the woman on duty a suitably
"Im here to see my father. He's expecting me." She said, without
preamble. "Where is he?"
"I...I think he's in the Parlour Suite, Ms Gabor." The woman hurriedly
grasped at her composure, shrinking back in her seat at the hostility
the singer's eyes. "Second floor, first right."
"I have been here before." Pizzazz snapped, crossing the lobby and
stepping into the lift, banging the button for the second floor.
She was not looking forward to this meeting.
"Dammit, what have I gotten myself into?" She demanded of her
reflection in the silver-gilted lift walls, running tired fingers
through her thick
wavy hair. "How do I explain this to Daddy when I can't even explain it
myself? How is it that Jetta and Roxy and that goddamn Justin picked
up and I didn't see a thing? Daddy won't be impressed when he hears
But I'm glad I came here and spoke to him in person. Phone is too
and you never know who's listening. This way it will be private, and
hear the version of things I want him to hear, without the others
in with their bits and pieces."
She grimaced, rubbing her temples.
not to know what happened with me and Eric, not now and not ever. Jetta
will fire him. The company will sue him and his sorry butt will be
if I have my way. Daddy will never know."
She allowed herself a wry smile.
"There's plenty of other things he doesn't know about me. It can just
join the list."
The lift doors swung open at that moment, and she stepped out onto the
second floor, heading more purposefully towards the Parlour Suite,
Harvey entertained important business guests when working at his San
office. She knocked on the door sharply, impatiently waiting for her
to call her in. Waiting wasn't usually her style, but she knew that
Harvey now would not be a sensible move.
She pushed open the door, casting her father a hesitant smile.
"Phyllis!" Harvey returned the smile with a warm grin, indicating for
her to sit down. "MarySue said she'd taken a call from you earlier, and
her to keep my diary free for this morning so that I'd be able to see
right away. What brings you here? Is it a social visit? Or something
"Something else." Pizzazz obediently took the proffered chair, pursing
her lips. "Daddy, there's been some trouble at Misfit Music."
"Trouble?" Harvey looked startled. "What kind of trouble?"
"It's hard to explain." Pizzazz glanced down. "It wasn't my fault,
Daddy. I promise it wasn't."
"Just tell me what happened." Harvey frowned. "Something serious, by
the tone of your voice? Something you need my help with?"
"Yes." Slowly Pizzazz explained what she and her bandmates had
discovered, omitting the fact that, until it had been forcibly waved
under her nose,
she had not noticed anything amiss. "So you see, Daddy, the company
are at rock bottom. I've sent out cheques to all the people we owe
to from my own account, but I can't bail the whole company out in the
term. I don't have that kind of money, especially not for a court case,
in the circumstances..."
"I knew that Eric Raymond would always be trouble." Harvey's grey eyes
narrowed in anger. "And he's cleaned out near enough everything?"
"He's been diverting funds from the accounts into his. We have all the
evidence at the music company." Pizzazz nodded. "I spent ages last
trying to work out the whole mess and get cheques out to everyone." She
bit her lip. "I didn't want to have to ask you for help, but..."
"In the circumstances, what else could you do." Harvey shook his head.
"Leave it with me, Phyllis. I will speak to my legal team about
against that Raymond scum and I will call my Washington office, send
down to help you figure out the paperwork and get everything straight
He offered her a smile.
"I'm proud of you for dipping into your own accounts to try and pull
the company through. It shows commitment." He added. "I will make sure
Misfit Music's financial situation stablises, don't you worry. Your job
is to go back to Los Angeles, help get the place fixed up and keep all
evidence at the ready. I presume Raymond has been fired?"
"Jetta's doing it this morning, on my authority." Pizzazz nodded her
head, relief in her eyes. "I would've, Daddy, but I wanted to come see
you right away."
"No, you did the right thing." Harvey assured her. "We'll make a
businesswoman of you yet."
"I'm no businesswoman." Pizzazz spoke bitterly. "If I was this wouldn't
have happened. You would
never have let this happen."
"We all make mistakes, Phyllis." Harvey's tone was gentle. "Raymond's
been a bad influence on you and your company but you had to learn that
your own way, not my way. Now I'll help you do whatever we can to get
Misfit Music stable and doing good business again."
"I don't like making mistakes." Pizzazz got to her feet, moving to the
window. "Mistakes cost you thing. Prizes. Chart hits. Status."
"And money, too." Harvey agreed. "But so long as you learn from them..."
"I don't care about the money, Dad." Pizzazz turned, meeting her
father's gaze. "I care about looking a failure, that people are going
to think that I can't hold that place together. I turn a profit because
it's a business and I have to to keep it going. But that's not why I do
it. It's never been for the money. It's always been about being the
best...if I'm not that,
"Being top dog takes work, you know." Harvey came to join her, putting
his arm around her shoulders and for once Pizzazz did not shake off his
show of affection. "You're a Gabor and it's in your blood to be a
but not everything comes to you easily. I think you have it in you to
Misfit Music the biggest recording company in Los Angeles, and that's
truth. So long as you're willing to work at it."
Pizzazz was silent for a moment. Then she glanced up, eyes glittering
"If it takes every damn ounce of strength in me, that company is gonna
beat Starlight Music and the other no-hopers hollow." She said
banging her fist down on the windowsill to emphasise her point. "This
the end - just a setback. I'll fix it, Daddy. It'll be okay. The
are gonna be the best and so is Misfit Music. Whatever it takes."
"Then that's what it will be." Harvey smiled. "I'll call through to
Washington DC, and then how about we go grab lunch somewhere, discuss
what to do next? Are you pursuing a criminal case against him?"
"No. Too much hassle." Pizzazz shook her head. "He's greasy and he'll
smarm his way out of the "beyond reasonable doubt" crap. I know enough
how that legal system works." A malicious smile touched her lips. "But
reckon we could sue his butt off based on the balance of probability in
civil trial. And that would recoup some of Misfit Music's money, if
else. I want to ruin him and chase him out of Los Angeles, Daddy. Out
America if I can."
"One thing at a time." Harvey cautioned. "Let's consult the lawyers
first. Then we'll know what kind of a case we have against him!"
* * * * *
"Well, you took your time from the airport."
Across California, back in Los Angeles, Jetta had settled herself in
the main office, toying with Eric's broken name plate as she awaited
her prey. She had woken early, thinking over the task that awaited her,
and she had been impatient at his late arrival, eager to get the job
"And you're in my chair." Eric dropped his briefcase down onto the
empty chair, casting her a wary look. "What's been going on here since
away? What's with all the boxes and the mess? And who broke that?"
He snatched the broken nameplate from her hand.
"Roxy." Jetta said flippantly. "As for what's been 'appenin' 'ere,
Eric, we've been 'avin' a little sort out. Redecoratin'. Do you like
"This is my stuff in here." Eric glanced through the first box. "What
"In San Francisco. She had a meeting with her father, but she left me
in charge in 'er absence." Jetta purred, casting him an infuriating
"She gave me special dispensation to do certain...jobs for 'er, while
"Certain jobs?" Eric's eyes narrowed. "Such as what?"
"Such as findin' out why you ain't paid Justin for 'is services of
late." In an instant Jetta's playfulness was gone, and a steely glint
had entered the clever grey eyes. "You should know that kind of thing
Eric. You don't pay 'im, 'e can't take me out, neither of us are 'appy.
'E spoke to Roxy about it, she spoke to me...and we've both been doin'
"Oh?" Eric looked wary. "What kind of investigation?"
Jetta eyed him gravely.
"I will be straight with you." She said at length. "Enough games, Eric.
We 'ave a fair bit of proof as to what's been 'appenin' to the money
from this company over the last few months. We've collated quite a
bank statements, credit reports, an' letters from people wantin' to
their money is. Justin ain't the only one."
"A simple banker's glitch and you're creating all this fuss?" Eric
raised an eyebrow. "Really, Jetta, I'd credited you with more
"Oh, I'm intelligent all right, Eric." Jetta cut across him.
"Intelligent enough to know when someone is embezzlin' wholesale from a
business in which I 'ave a vested interest! I don't care what 'old you
think you 'ave over
Pizzazz an' whether or not you think you 'ave the wool pulled over 'er
about all of this. You don't fool me. You don't fool none of the rest
us. We know what you're up to an' we're not a force to be messed with."
"You also don't run this company. Pizzazz does." Eric retorted. "So if
you don't mind..."
"I do mind." Jetta held up her hand. "Pizzazz left me in charge, Eric.
In charge. That means in overall control of the company while she is
"That would be until I returned from my trip, and as you can see, I'm
"No, it doesn't mean that at all." Jetta shook her head. "Because the
last thing she did before she left this mornin' was to remind me
to do when you turned up 'ere, an' it gives me nothin' but pleasure to
She grabbed the broken nameplate, tossing it into the bin.
"As of this moment, you ain't no longer an employee of this company."
"What?" Eric's eyes opened wide. "But you can't...you have no authority
"This is my authority." Jetta held out the note Pizzazz had given her
the night before. "I think you'll find that - unlike some of those
you've been making of late - this is really Pizzazz's signature. And
this is really
the bottom line, Eric. You're fired. Get out."
"Take your stuff and get out." Jetta glared at him. "Look, I won't
trifle with ya. It takes a slick mind to know another slick mind.
gonna listen to your bleatin' or your complainin'. Roxy an' me - we
care of that. She 'ates you. She'd quite like to fling you off the
Gate Bridge, if what she said at breakfast this mornin' is anything to
by. She won't forgive you. That's why she went to 'Arvey. She's callin'
the big guns. There will be action taken. You 'ave been warned."
"What have you and Roxy been saying?" Eric's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"It's 'ardly important." Jetta responded coldly. "When we showed 'er
the mountain of proof we an' Stormer 'ad unearthed, she seemed pretty
sure of what she wanted to do. I'm sure it woulda given 'er great
pleasure to do
it, an' all, but seeing 'Arvey won't wait."
"I think she told you to leave, chump."
A fresh voice interrupted the conversation, as Roxy sauntered into the
office, lounging up against the wall and eying Eric with a meaningful
"Now, you have two options. You can take your boxes and go out the
I can throw you out the window into the dumpster. Which is it to be?"
"You wouldn't dare." Eric snorted, but despite himself he took a step
away from the desk. Roxy's lips curled into a cool, amused smile.
"Wouldn't I?" She asked softly. "You ain't been paying my brother,
Eric. That doesn't go down too good with me. And as for what you've
done to our music company? Well. I'm surprised you show up here."
"Your music company, is it now?" Eric snapped.
"Pizzazz owns it, but it's our music company too." Jetta retorted.
"Roxy, I don't think Eric's got the message. Wanna 'elp 'im to a taxi?"
"With great pleasure." Roxy rolled up her sleeves, but Eric shook his
"You keep your paws off me." he said sharply. "I'm going...but you'll
hear from my lawyers about all of this!"
"Not if you don't 'ear from Pizzazz's first." Jetta told him sweetly.
Eric made no attempt to respond, turning on his heel and leaving the
office. Roxy glanced at the boxes of stuff.
"Hey, he left his junk behind." She observed. Jetta shrugged, getting
to her feet and moving to open the window.
"One good place for it." She said, indicating the skip below. Roxy
"Allow me." She said, scooping the first box up and carrying it to the
window, tipping the contents out and grinning at the clatter they made
the bottom. "Yeah, that felt good. You got to fire the jerk, and I got
ditch his crap out of the window. Life is starting to look better
"Well, let's hope it don't get worse, and that Pizzazz talks Harvey
into 'elpin' with the company." Jetta frowned, sitting back down in
Eric's chair. "I don't know what the next move is, Roxy, but it's gonna
'ave to 'appen
pretty damn soon. Pizzazz's personal accounts aint as bottomless as
are an' she can't pay it all on credit cards. Gettin' shot of Eric is
very well but it's just the start. Your job, my job...'ell, my
permit...it's all tied up in this place."
"Harvey will help." Roxy said simply. "He hates Eric. He ain't gonna
let that creep ruin our company when Pizzazz is on the other team. He
her like mad. He'll cough up the dough."
"Well, I 'ope so." Jetta responded. "But it will mean a new executive,
because someone 'as to 'andle all the stuff Eric 'andled. Pizzazz might
own this place and maybe she could 'andle the PR side of it all, but
ain't a mathematician. She can't even add up her credit card statements
"I know." Roxy dropped down into the other chair, pushing Eric's
abandoned briefcase onto the floor with a careless flick of the wrist.
advantage of that more than once. She's never noticed yet."
"Exactly. And she didn't notice what was 'appenin' 'ere, either, till
we made 'er look." Jetta's expression was grave. "We both know she was
sleepin' with 'im, and it might 'ave clouded 'er judgement, but
"Already clouded to get to that step. Goes without saying." Roxy
wrinkled her nose. "Let's not think about that side of it. So she's no
numbers, so what? I can add up. So can you. So can Stormer. And Stormer
thinks Harvey will send someone down anyhow. There'll be someone to do
"Just so long as whoever it is abides by our way of doing things.
That's all." Jetta shrugged. "Oh well. We've done our bit. I wonder if
is 'avin' any luck?"
Three: To Hell And Beyond
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.