Three: When Life Goes On...
"So let me get this straight."
Shadow Of The Girl
Chapter Seven: The Plot Hatches
Rory Llewelyn leant back in his chair, eying his visitor thoughtfully.
"You want the dirt on Emily and how best to get to her...what's in it
for me to tell you that kind of information? Sirena is no longer Rebel Records'
concern, Eric...and I'm rather surprised that she's any part of your concern,
"Well, she's not." Eric responded simply. "But her money is, Riot. I'm
not going to pretend to you and I don't expect you to pretend, either. We
both have axes to grind with that bitch at Misfit Music and her entourage.
Stinging the mother is impossible - but Emily has money too, money in her
own right from her earnings and no doubt from her suddenly devoted family.
As for what's in it for you, that much is simple. I'll tear Sirena away from
Misfit Music - play around a little with the place, get Pizzazz over a barrel
over this. Then I'll get the money I need, and more besides. A stake of
that money I will invest in your exceptional up and coming band - Diablo,
isn't it? With Sirena unsettled and Misfit Music in chaos, Jewel will also
be put out of the loop and your group will have a free aim at number one
with their new single." A smile touched Eric's lips. "You forget, Riot,
that I've been in your position myself. You needn't try and pretend with
me that your business is on the level all of the time. A little help from
me won't trouble your conscience any."
Rory pursed his lips, looking thoughtful.
"Number one is important to Diablo." He said at length. "And it hasn't
helped anything that their screwball of a guitarist got herself sidelined
in the hospital with concussion and a bad ankle. Nor did it help that the
best damn video artist working out of California is in bed with the flu...in
all truth, Eric, your offer of help could not have come at a better time.
Jewel are always top in the polls, confound them, and Sirena - your damn daughter
- is rumoured to have a new song in the works as we speak. Last time we lost
out on number one to that girl and her bitch of a mother. Anything which
unsettles her enough to cost her the top spot this time would please me very
"So we have a deal?"
"I believe we do." Rory nodded his head, extending his hand to shake his
guest's. "But remember, Eric. You do your share and I do mine. I'm not taking
the fall for any of your careless mistakes. Rebel Records is a reputable
company with a big local reputation - I won't jeopardise that."
"You won't have to." Eric assured him. "But I need your help in telling
me everything you know about my daughter. Things I can use to get her on
my side - our side - at least until the question of money is settled. I don't
plan on staying in America longer than I have to, so it won't be a long term
operation. Just enough to get what I want."
"And get the girl out of my hair." Rory added. "Well, I will tell you
what I can. I don't suppose it's much more than you already know, mind you."
"She used to work here - you must know something." Eric insisted. "What
about this Michael guy that Pizzazz mentioned? What's his deal?"
"Michael is Emily's brat of a son, Eric." Rory looked slightly amused
at the expression on his companion's face. "Yes, I'm afraid you're a grandfather
as well as a father. It never rains but it pours, isn't that the expression?"
"Get to the point." Eric was impatient. "So she has a son, what else?
Why did she leave Rebel Records?"
"She made her choice." Rory shrugged his shoulders. "I had already lost
one important musical act through the death of Blade. She was about to cost
this company a fortune by dragging it through an unwanted pregnancy and
god knows what else. I told her I didnt have time for such nonsense and
that she had to choose - the baby or her contract. She chose to leave and
I cut my losses."
"I see." Eric looked thoughtful. "So you booted her off your books."
"More or less, yes." Rory nodded. "Don't tell me you're going to play
the protective father, now?"
"Riot, I couldn't care less about the girl." Eric rolled his eyes. "I
didn't know she existed till she was twenty and I could have lived the rest
of my days without knowing, to tell you the truth. I've no interest in her
for anything other than money." He made an impatient gesture with his hand.
"Well? What else? There must be something."
"Pizzazz seems overly protective of Emily these days." Rory seemed to
be considering the situation. "Public venues, you know, that kind of thing.
And it's not uncommon either for Jetta's brat to write for her - I presume
in your time here in Los Angeles you've heard something of the musical prodigy
that Nancy Pelligrini is supposed to be?" He rolled his eyes. "I haven't
seen much evidence of it myself. In my opinion Minx is a far superior writer,
as are the kids from Diablo, but you know how it is when you've family in
the business. Jetta's a shrewd old bat who knows how to promote her own."
"What about friends? Who are Emily's friends?"
"Eric, she's your daughter. Who would be friends with her?" Rory raised
an amused eyebrow. "She isn't the kind of girl who inspires goodwill, you
know. Oh, I daresay she's friendly enough with that Nancy girl in business
circles, but aside from that? Noone I know of. Mind you, she left my books
a good while ago now. I couldn't tell you anything more recent than that."
"How did you find out about her?"
"I have people who know how to find things." Rory was evasive. "I came
to the conclusion independantly, but it's always nice to have your ideas
proven to be true."
"Indeed." Eric nodded. He stood to leave.
"Well, if that's all you can tell me then I won't waste your precious
time." He said ironically. "I must arrange a meeting with this...daughter.
See what I can do."
He made his way over to the door, then stopped, turning.
"One last thing. I tried to get her phone number last night but apparently
she doesn't exist. The girl does live in the city?"
"Yes." Rory nodded. "In a plush apartment building on eighth, if memory
serves. I can't think why you couldn't find her. Evidently you're losing
"Or she's changed her name since I spoke to her in Canada." Eric snapped
back. "She was Emily-Jayne Raymond then and that's what her birth certificate
says. What does she go by now?"
"Emily Gabor." Rory shrugged. "She changed it when the brat was born -
presumably to try and pretend she was a Gabor instead of a Raymond mistake."
He sneered. "Well, good luck with your bonding session. I have plenty to
do, but do keep me informed. I'm most keen to get Diablo their first number
one single and anything I can do to put Sirena off..."
"Leave it to me." Eric promised. "She'll have nothing further from her
mind than music. We'll both get what we want from her...money, number one,
and most of all, revenge."
Rory watched him leave, door swinging shut behind him, and he frowned.
"Always has to make a dramatic exit." He murmured, absently scooping up
the folder of files on his desk and dumping it into one of the trays. "But
if he can delay or distress Sirena enough to keep her off number one it
could be just what Diablo need. At the start of this week I thought everything
was collapsing around me, with Zoe's flu and Stefana;s accident. Now word
from the hospital is encouraging and at least that psychotic girl is out of
my hair and my cash flow for a while. Plus, I never knew that Marissa was
Chimera's daughter, but it's come in very handy this week, since we were down
a video artist. All things considered, everything appears to be clicking together.
I'm most pleased. Now, if only Eric can do something right for once..."
He rolled his eyes.
"Oh well. Either way, Rebel Records won't be in for a share of the blame."
He mused. "After all, it's his word on mine, and his word got discredited
in this state a long time ago."
Unbeknownst to Rory or Eric, however, a third person had heard much of
their conversation, and was turning it over in her mind with some consternation.
Chimera, having awoken early had come to Rebel Records in order to submit
her video ideas, before taking a relaxing afternoon convalescing at the hotel.
She was not a woman whose conscience was easily aroused for a stranger, but
her conversation with Emily in the gardens the day before had stuck in her
mind and she was more than a little angry that her niece was going to be
used in this way.
"Emily's a clever girl with a shrewd mind but she's also desperate for
family and Eric's a weasel. He'll know how to manipulate that need." She
muttered to herself, slipping along the corridor and into an empty office
as she considered what to do. She sank down in the big chair, drumming her
fingers on the desk. "Dammit, I'm supposed to be convalescing here, not running
around after Marissa's group and worrying about estranged nieces. For heaven's
sake, Chimera, she's Pizzazz's daughter - not yours. You don't owe her anything."
"Hang it, I can't just leave it. The poor kid will be taken to pieces."
She said sadly. "Sirena has a press for being tough but she was vulnerable
yesterday - family's a big deal to her. I guess I'm just going to have to
go find her this afternoon, instead of taking a time out at the hotel."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh well, what my doctor and my husband don't know
won't hurt them, I guess."
A sound from the doorway made her look up, meeting the quizzical gaze
of Rory himself. She raised an eyebrow.
"You wanted something?" She asked quietly.
"Well, I did expect you to be waiting outside my office." Rory snapped
back at her. "I don't like working with you as it is, Chimera, if it wasn't
for the fact things were desperate I wouldn't have let Marissa talk me into
it. The very least you could do is be on time."
"Riot, you have never been and never will be my boss." Chimera got to
her feet wearily, scooping up her folder as she did so. "And I have what
you want here." She held it out. "You can go over my concepts with a fine
tooth comb and discuss them with the band - then let me know what you want
to do. As for me, I'm taking the afternoon off. Remember, I'm not supposed
to be working. I'm doing you a favour, and if it wasn't for Marissa and the
others I wouldn't be doing it."
"Whatever." Rory snatched the folder, flicking through it. "Mm, not bad.
I'll take these and discuss them with Sophie and Diablo. I'm sure we can
make a decent video out of them."
"If I'm involved in it, Riot, it'll be more than decent." Chimera snapped.
"Now, you get on with your business and I'll get on with mine. Okay?"
Without waiting for a response she pushed past him and out of the office,
stalking down the corridor and into the lift car. If she was honest, the
late hours she had put in finishing the concept sketches had taken it's toll
on her, and she was not feeling as good as she had done since she'd left the
hospital seven days earlier, but she had never been one to fuss, and besides,
she had more important things on her mind.
"After all, I didn't know I had a niece before I came to Cali." She murmured,
pounding the lift buttons as the door slid shut. "But I do know I have one
now, and even if she is Pizzazz's daughter, I'm not going to let blood of
mine get hurt by that creep Eric Raymond!"
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE NOTE
Copper, Nancy, Sylva, Anna, Blade, Raesha, Sirena, Topaz, Aaron, Sophie,
Justin, Elliot, Rosita, Luis and any other characters in this fiction which
do not appear in the animated Jem series are copyrighted to me (E.A Woolley)
as of January 2002 <unless otherwise specified> and are not to be reproduced
without permission ANYWHERE. Jetta, Pizzazz, Stormer, Roxy, Raya and all
other original Jem characters are the copyright of Hasbro Inc, Sunbow, Christy
Marx and the other writers of the Jem series. The future world of Pizzazz,
Raya, Jetta, Roxy, Stormer, Clash, Synergy, the fate of Jem and her memorial
are all copyrighted to me. The future world of Kimber and Shana is copyrighted
jointly to myself and Gemma Dawn.
The concept of 'Jewel' is entirely my own, and any apparent link with
any fictional or actual person or persons of this name is entirely coincidental.
Equally the characters in this fiction are not based on any real life individual.
The concept behind the future world of Danse, Aja and Craig, the idea
behind Jerrica's futureworld and the split of the Holograms is copyrighted
to Gemma Dawn, whose Teenangel
Outsiders fiction is directly twinned with Just a Dream. The character
Sammi and any of the other Teenangel Outsider characters mentioned in this
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Prologue: February 1997
Chapter One: Sirena's Show
Chapter Two: A Plot
Chapter Three: In California
Chapter Four: About Chimera
Chapter Five: Sirena's Aunt
Chapter Six: A Special Quest
Chapter Seven: The Plot Hatches
Chapter Eight: Eric Strikes
Chapter Nine: Webchat
Chapter Ten: Complications
Chapter Eleven: Handling Emily
Chapter Twelve: A Discovery
Chapter Thirteen: A Birthday Surprise