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It all seemed so complicated.
Pizzazz sprawled on her bed, spreading out the sheets of paper before
her as she struggled to comprehend everything that her father had told
her. He had been as good as his word, phoning his lawyers and making
copious notes of their advice, before putting a call through to
Washington DC. It had
all been arranged so easily, and Pizzazz felt a touch resentful that
her
own business venture was in such chaos, whilst her father's was running
so
smoothly.
Still, he had agreed to help her. He had had his secretary type up his
notes, and had given them to her half an hour earlier, as he had said
goodnight and retired to bed. Unable to sleep, Pizzazz had decided to
take a look at them, but the complicated jargon was giving her a
headache.
"Who am I kidding?" She muttered. "I'm a rock star, not an executive.
I haven't a clue what all this means. Maybe it's true what they say.
Maybe
there is more to Daddy's business empire than just tons of money. I
dunno,
though. How he understands all of this is beyond me. All I know is that
Eric
screwed us over - me especially - and I want payback, big time. If
that's
what these bits of paper say, it's a damn long winded way of putting
it!"
She swept the papers onto the floor, burying her head in the cool
pillow. It had not been an easy twenty four hours, she acknowledged.
Though she had not been in love with Eric, her pride still stung at the
thought of his
betrayal. When she came to think about it, she wasn't sure whether the
state
of her company or the illicit liason Roxy had claimed to have witnessed
were
annoying her more. Finally, with a sigh, she decided it was a
combination of the two.
"It wouldn't matter if the others hadn't found out about Eric." She
reasoned. "I felt odd enough doing it, so God knows why I did. I dunno.
Guess I was proving a point. They wouldn't get the point, though. I can
hardly go explain to them that the reason I seduced that slime of an
executive was to prove that I could have any guy I wanted, even the
most unlikely. If that even was the reason in the end. I'm not
sure any more. I just don't know. If it was the reason, why the hell
didn't it just end at once? One time could be forgiven, but..." She
groaned, turning over onto her back as she contemplated. "Dammit,
sometimes I don't even understand myself. All I know was that it was an
embarrassing mistake and I'd die if Daddy ever got to know of it."
She stared up at the ceiling, idly making out the pattern around the
light fixture. Harvey was a creature of habit, and something in the
familiarity of it comforted her.
"I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse sometimes, being a Gabor."
She reflected. Then she laughed aloud. "Gee, I'm getting to be a
philosopher now! But it just sucks. I look at all this junk Daddy has
and that's just it - it's Daddy's. None of it's mine. None of it ever
has been. It's always been his money, his this, his that. But Misfit
Music IS mine. I can't let it fold and die. Maybe I ain't the
businesswoman Daddy wants me to be, but I'm not letting go of it. It's
the first thing I've really had of my own, well, ever! Somehow Im gonna
make it work out. I don't know how yet, but Eric
is not gonna take that away from me!"