Shit, shit, shit! I thought. This can NOT be happening right now.
"DANIEL!" I yelled. "Where are the rest of the Murphy files?" My desk was an obscene mess. I had depositions, statements, folders...everything you could imagine for this stupid case was lying about and the one thing I needed was nowhere to be found. I'm never this unorganized in my private life...why was my public life always in shambles?
"Coming, coming," Daniel said as he hurriedly scuffled through my door. "Here are the files AND here's some coffee," he said with a smile.
"Daniel...you're a Godsend. Thank you so much. What did you get from the press?"
"Oh besides the fact that they all love you and think you're going to save the city from every perp on the street and you're the best damn district attorney the world has ever seen...not much."
This is why I loved Daniel so much. He was the best assistant I could have ever hoped for. He was fresh out of college, terribly ambitious and really willing to go places with me, professionally. As a matter of fact, if I didn't have him working with me on this case, which happened to be wickedly high-profile, I would have definitely crashed and burned already. I had a great reputation with my peers, the press and, most importantly, the public. I couldn't afford a failure at such a great point in my life.
Aside from the fact that I was comfortably reassured that this case was going to go off without a hitch, I was still bothered by why my "real job"...at least in my head...was going down the toilet. Everything was going so well at The House. Everyone was happy, the girls have never brought in such business and it seemed that everything was just booming. I guess I had a lot to owe to Daniel. I started thinking I should probably take him out to dinner or something. I definitely need to show him my appreciation for all he'd been doing.
It was 8:15 by the time I took my eyes off the case files and looked at the clock. Daniel was getting some dinner and I decided that when he came back, we should probably pack it in for the night. I had some more book-cooking to do at The House and needed to find time for that and sleep...a rare commodity these days.
"Who wants leftover pad thai?!?!" Daniel said, enthusiastically.
I laughed. He was such a character. "No thanks, hon. We need to be done with all this for now anyway."
"But it's only a little after eight and I know damn well we both don't have lives."
Speak for yourself! I thought.
"Yeah, I know...but I think we owe it to ourselves to get outta here. We've both been working really hard and..."
He cut me off. "Listen, Lis'...you go home and take care of whatever. I'll stay here and finish what little I have to do."
"Daniel," I said, "I'd bet any amount that you've been working harder on this than I have and who's the D.A. here? Go home. At least have a beer while you're not having a life."
"No, no. I better finish up here so I have the weekend alllll to myself." Daniel shot me this wicked looking smile like he had something up his sleeve.
"Okay, okay...go ahead." I said, probing for answers.
"What?" he said, coyly.
I said, "You have something going on this weekend...and from the looks of your face, it's good."
"Hey, hey....don't play fancy lawyer with me. I don't have to tell you anything!" He paused. "Okay, but I'm dying to tell you. Promise you won't judge or say anything to anybody?"
"Danny, you can trust me with anything. It can't be anything worse than things I've already heard."
Daniel got up from his chair and scooted it really close to my desk across from me. He leaned in as if he really had some big secret. I gotta be honest...I was intrigued. I LOVE big secrets especially if they take my mind off my own.
"Okay," he started in, "Now...this may be illegal or whatever but I don't care. So one night, my buddy and I are drinkin', right? We get to talking and he mentions this weekend where he went to this one house on the edge of town. Totally freaky shit."
The hairs on my neck started to stand up on end. This wouldn't happen to be my house on the edge of town, would it?
"Uh huh," I said...half-ready to throw up.
"There are, like, all these chicks there and they will do anything to you. ...and Lisa...when I say anything, I mean anything. Like...whips and shit like that."
Oh fuck.
"Like...bondage stuff?" I'm really bad at playing dumb.
"Yeah!"
"Daniel," I said, nearly stuttering, "that sounds...awful."
My throat was getting dry. Oh God, I thought. Am I blushing? No...I'm turning white. Oh shit. He's gonna ask what's wrong. Play along, stupid! PLAY ALONG!
"Pfsh," he said. "Awful my ass! So I look into this place, right? The lady that runs the whole thing is out of her fucking mind but she's good at what she does...like...really good. Like...my buddy wouldn't stop talking about her. THAT good. So I'm gonna go see them this weekend. I'm so excited I could explode!!"
This wasn't happening. Oh God...if Marisa already took the call to schedule it, then it's already in the books...and that means someone has been assigned to Daniel...or it could mean that he requested "the lady out of her fucking mind"....otherwise known as me. Maybe I could coerce him out of it.
"Well, you know...those places could get you in lots of trouble with your job. I mean...I won't say anything but if anybody ever found out..."
"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," he interrupted. "You don't get it. This is a guy thing. I know it would be a great stress-reliever for me and you're forgetting, boss lady, that I'm not in the public eye. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who knows I exist. I got this."
Okay, Lisa. I thought. You lost this one. Can't punish the kid for tenacity.
"Just be careful, Danny. You never know what really goes on in places like that."
"Like I said, Lis'...I'm a big boy. I can hold my own."
So Danny Boy can hold his own, can he? I knew I had to make my way to The House quickly so I could get all this straightened out.
* * *
I don't know how I made it to The House alive seeing as how I broke just about every traffic law known to man. I parked in my usual spot, took my secret path to The House and entered in the back door that only I had the key to. I went up the usual rickety spiral staircase to my room and put down my things. I ran over to my bed and just flopped down. What was I gonna do? Daniel was going to be in my house this weekend and I'm his fucking boss! ...but what a minute. This isn't so bad, right? I mean...if this is what he truly wants then I should really give it to him especially since I had been looking for a way to thank him for all his hard work. This wasn't bad at all. It was perfect! I could feel myself start to get more and more excited thinking about all this. I had to go find the appointment book to make sure who was assigned.
I got out of my work clothes and took my hair out of its usual bun. I gathered it in a low ponytail and found some nice clothes to wear. Nothing fancy...just a nice, simple black dress. It was nighttime and I was tired from work. I just wanted to relax tonight. I found some nice black flats to wear and I decided on a black and gold mask for this evening. It didn't say much to me so I don't think it would say much to anyone else, which is just what I wanted.
I excitedly pranced down the central staircase to find the appointment book and met one of my girls, Elise, on the stairs. I hadn't seen much of Elise since we had our little tryst last month and it was good to see her.
"Elise!" I said with probably way too much excitement in my voice. "How are you?"
"Hi, Mother!" said Elise. She gave me a great big hug. My little gem. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"I know, I know...I've been crazy busy. How's school?"
"Just fine. I actually have a big test tomorrow so I'm gonna go to bed. It was...really good to see you, Mother."
I smiled. "Thank you, dear. It was good to see you, too. Good luck on the test!"
She smiled that smile that intoxicates me so much and ran up the stairs to her room. Whatever Daniel was hoping to get out of this house, I knew one thing was for sure. Elise was off limits to him.
I walked down to the sitting room where the appointment book is at and I immediately flipped to the Saturday/Sunday page.
"Mr. Boggs, 11:30-12:30...heh!" I laughed. "Lunch break."
I loved looking at the appointment book because you could so easily tell how people are fitting us into their schedule. Lunch breaks, golfing days, late nights...my clients were amusing even without seeing them. Men are such opportunistic creatures of habit.
"Mr. Clifton, Mr. Kent, Mr. Newarth..." I said aloud. "Where the fuck is Mr. Connor?!"
"What'd you say, Mother?"
"OH!" I said, startled. It was Marisa. She had just come in from the kitchen. "You scared me!"