Note: Don’t worry about the rather subdued meeting; there WILL be fireworks soon…we promise!
Chapter 25
“Hi babe – how are you?”
“Tired now, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, much I’ve missed you so much! Did you manage to book the table for Saturday?”
“Baby, tell me about it, bet I’ve missed you more! So, what table, kitten?”
“At the Four Seasons – don’t worry if you can’t, anywhere quiet will do, so we can be alone together”
“Sounds just the ticket. Now, don’t you fret, everything will be sorted”
“I know. Well, I managed to escape unscathed from Kay Deno. – Oh, and Larry and Andrew had a lovers tiff while I was there, it was so comical! For arguing, they are even worse than the kids - they soon made up though!”
Spike smiled and said,
“Good. Xander’s flat’s all finished, I helped him shift the last few bits and pieces in just.”
“Oh great! He’ll have to have a proper house-warming party!”
“That’s what I said – anyway Kitten, I can’t hang around, I’ve been summoned”
“Oh, where, and by whom?”
“To Sweet’s house. Lorne phoned me first thing this morning telling me his lordship wants to see me, so never mind what I’d got planned, never mind that there’s nobody in the office, I’ve just got to drop everything, and go”
“Oh, poor baby, what had you got planned, nothing important, I hope?”
“Well, truthfully, I hadn’t really got anything planned, just the daily grind to keep the wheels turning, you know. I was just going through the tapes of the new bands Xander and I have been talent spotting, seeing if there’s anything worth signing, it’s time-consuming, that’s all, but it needs to be done”
“Never mind – oh, Clem’s here, I’m going shopping, I’ll speak or text you later then babe”
“Okay sugar, you take care now, bye, love you”
“Bye babe, love you, I miss you”
“Miss you too, bye”
Spike thought the first thing he ought to do was to phone the Four Seasons…
“Hello, I’d like to book a table for Saturday night, I’m on the special list…yes, it’s William Carling-Blake from –“
“Aphrodite records, yes sir, that will be fine, for how many?”
“Two”
“Nine o’clock suit you?”
“Perfect, thankyou, so nine on Saturday for two, thankyou, bye-bye”
“Bye Mr Carling-Blake, we look forward to seeing you”
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“Sure you’ve checked the dates?”
“Sure I’m sure, see, they had a kid, Elizabeth Ann born on the-“
“BUT HER NAME’S BUFFY!” Willy said in exasperation, slamming the shot glass down on the bar.
The journalist grabbed the drink, downed it and pushed the glass back across to the spluttering barman.
“And again, fill her up. It’s a pet name, a, a nickname, for Elizabeth. The parents names fit, the kid’s birthday fits, I CHECKED!” Willy sighed and pushed the shot glass up against the Scotch optic.
“Give it here then…it better be right, I’m warning you!” Willy slid the drink over to the dishevelled guy in the crumpled suit in exchange for the piece of paper with the info on it.
“Just tell me when the show is on, I want to be there with Pavayne at the ready”
“Who’s he when he’s at home?”
“A Paparazzo - front page headline, Glory promised me, you said – now fill her up” he slammed the shot glass down, grimacing as the Scotch burned on the way down.
“Bloody hell…have you got hollow legs?”
“Just shut up and pour” Willy looked at the clock, it was twenty to six.
“Look, here, take this and piss off now will ya, I don’t want you here when the boss gets back” Willy handed the half empty bottle across to the guy
“Eh, charming – Oh, now just hold on, I said a BOTTLE!”
“It WAS a bottle, you must have had six doubles already you greedy sod, take what’s left- if this is good, I’ll be in touch”
The guy stood unsteadily, grabbing at the half full bottle of scotch, and lurched out, with a ‘see ya’.
Willy waited until he heard the slam of the fire-doors, and picked up the phone………
“Hi, s’me. You still in the market for info on Mr Summers…(he rolled his eyes) Buffy’s dad! Good, well where can we meet………no, you won’t come here at all, we’ve got to discuss a price………really, that right, okay then, but I swear, you’ll want me before I want you – bye!” Willy threw down the phone with confidence. Time was running out for Glory. She’d come running.
He was right for once; he DIDN’T have to wait long, all of ten minutes in fact, when the phone rang again………
“No! I’ll come to YOU for a change…and you better be on your own………well, come on, what’s your address? – I’m waiting………”
Silence greeted him, and he felt the anger well up inside him, and shouted,
“Okay, have it your own way, bye” He went to slam the phone down, but heard Glory shout.
“Yes? – Hold on, I’ll get a pencil…231, Kennedy Drive, Eastwood. Right. I’ll be there, around 1am ………………what? - I can’t, I’m working until midnight. Yes, it’s good info, bye, oh, and feel free to, you know, slip into something …more comfortable”
He winced as the phone was slammed down on him, but he still grinned. Now, all he had to do was to make up another bottle of watered down grog to replace the bottle of Scotch laddo had…
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Spike slowed as he drove up through the tree-lined lane towards the gates of Sweet’s mansion.
He knew he’d be watched by the CCTV cameras, and as he approached, slowly as if by magic the electric gates silently parted and opened inward, allowing him to drive through. The gravel crunched under the tyres as he pulled up with a flourish outside the huge entrance, complete with Corinth style columns and massive double doors. He got out of his car, and out of habit, he locked up, smartened his jacket, ran a hand through his hair and then ran up the entrance steps, pressed the front door bell. The door opened with a click, still there was nobody there.
The inner security door was still locked, and Spike pressed the bell and said into the intercom,
“It’s Spike” The inner doors clicked open too, and he went in. He could hear music playing, and shrieks of laughter.
Through the intercom speaker Spike heard Lorne say to him,
“I’ll be with you in just a minute, Spike”
He stood and waited, looking at the various prints on the walls and then he suddenly realised, that the one he was looking at, a Picasso, wasn’t a print, it was the real McCoy!
Lorne’s metallic voice crackled into life through the intercom again and he said,
“Go through to the lounge, Spike, we’ll be with you shortly” Lorne had hoped to tell Spike that Dru was there, but Sweet was already in the office so he couldn’t, he just hoped that Spike would be okay with it, as he and Sweet had argued that morning over the manner of which the meeting was taking place.
Spike rolled his eyes, and as he’d been there hundreds of times before, he walked down the corridor until he came to the lounge door.
It was where the music and laughing was coming from, although the music had now stopped.
Spike entered the lounge and turned and closed the door carefully. Before he had a chance to look up, he found himself in a tight embrace from a woman whom, gripped him tightly, even encompassing his arms so he couldn’t move.
“SPIKE! – Oh god, how are you – let me look at you!” Dru positively beamed at him. Spike was totally taken by surprise, it was all he could do to step back slightly.
“OH Bloody – um, D-Dru – oh, erm –“
“You look WONDERFUL! Doesn’t he Cec? – God, its SO GOOD to SEE you again!” Dru was so excited, her chest heaved, and she babbled, briefly looking at her friend and then back to Spike. Cecily could see that the feeling so obviously wasn’t mutual, and frowned uneasily, biting her bottom lip. She turned off the CD player and looked at them both. Dru babbled,
“I’d been meaning to phone you, let you know I was back, but, well – “ Dru said breathlessly, before continuing on,
“You know how it is, one thing or another, jet lag, getting settled in, acclimatizing, generally sorting myself out!” She giggled, heaving through excitement for breath, and then continued,
“Oh god, where are my manners, come in and sit down! We have SO much to catch-“ Dru tried to lead him to one of the sofa’s, but Spike resisted and said,
“Hmm, actually Dru, I won’t thankyou. I’m here to see Sweet, I’ve got a meeting with him at three o’clock, and then I’ve got to shoot off, I’m afraid”
Spike hardly looked at her, he fiddled with the keyring on his car-keys, and looked at his feet. He was relieved that he felt nothing really, only perhaps a little shock at her almost emaciated state, but he knew he was well over her now.
Spike’s lack of enthusiasm did nothing to quench hers, and Dru laughed and in a bright, loud tone she said,
“Course you have! Always busy – So! How have you been? – You look amazingly well, all fit and tanned – AND you SO have been working out – just look at those biceps Cec! Quite the muscle man now!”
She went to squeeze his arm, but Spike moved slightly and was relieved to see Lorne coming towards him.
“Spike, Sweet will see you now” Lorne had stopped outside the office and opened the door to allow Spike inside first.
“Right! Um, well bye then!” Spike quickly strode towards the office door, leaving Dru to turn beaming at him still and watching until he was out of sight. Then she dashed over and grabbed Cecily
“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE HIM!” her voice rising with every syllable.
“Dru, calm down! Ow, that hurts, will you please stop grabbing my arm!”
“Oh, never mind your arm – did you SEE him – he looks SO WONDER - FUL! Fan-TASTIC even – oh Cec! This is going to be SO brilliant!”
“What is?”
“THIS IS – god – I’ve just thought, where’s Lorney – I must ask him if Spike is invited to –“ She was about to hare off towards the office when Cecily stepped in front of her, and stayed her shoulders.
“Dru, no! Look, Lorne’s in a meeting with Daddy and Spike so you can’t go in,” (she dropped her voice to little more than a whisper)
“And the party is supposed to be a surprise, remember? ” Cecily then dropped her arms from Dru’s shoulders, frowned and rubbed her own one where Dru had kept on grabbing her.
“Oh yes, well, never mind that now – I should imagine that working there he’s invited to the party, don’t you – anyway, I can always ask Lorney to ask him if he’s not – this is going to be SO BRILLIANT! I’m SO glad I came back! It’s fate, it’s what I came here for!”
“What is, Dru, will you calm down and try and think ration-“
“Calm down? Calm down? Cec, – You’re the one who’s always telling me I’ve no life in me! Now I feel alive again, and everything is going to be just WONDERFUL!”
Dru spread her arms and twirled around, giggling and waltzing around the room dreamily. She bumped into one of the Chesterfield sofas, and collapsed on it giggling, and then she sat up alert.
“What day is it – what time is it – come on, lets go shopping, I want to go and buy something special to wear for the party!
She jumped up and ran to the doorway.
“Shopping, come ON, NOW! I want a blue dress! – He used to love me in blue – NO – no, I’ve just thought, not blue, red! Yes. A red dress…his favourite colour!”
“Dru!” Cecily whined frowning. Dru’s smile dropped and she too frowned,
“What?”
“Calm down, that’s all. I don’t want to upset you, but I don’t think that -“
“I don’t want you to think!” Dru said and bobbed her knees, then she grinned.
“Just, just take it easy, calm yourself, don’t get so over-excited!” Cecily warned
“Then shut up and come ON!” Dru not wanting to listen any more ran and grabbed Cecily’s arm and began dragging her towards the stairs.
“I’ll need shoes too, and some pretty underwear! – I’ve got that credit card Daddy’s given me, and we can go and have some tea at the food court! Come on!”
Cecily heaved a sigh and decided to just go with it. She hadn’t seen Dru this fired up for years, and for once, she looked so happy. So who was she to burst her friend’s bubble, huh?
*******
“Come in Spike, sit down” Lorne studied Spike’s face, but he was a cool character, and was giving nothing away if he was shocked or upset at seeing Dru again.
“I expect you’re wondering why I called you here” Sweet said, with his lopsided leer of a smile.
“Well, I did wonder, seeing as it’s Xander’s day off, and Cordelia is still on holiday, the office is a bit chaotic as it is, without me being out too”
Sweet flashed Lorne an annoyed look, he didn’t know this, and wouldn’t have called Spike over if he’d known the office was so understaffed.
“Okay, you want me to get straight to the point, so I will. Thing is, it’s the amount of artistes in our stable, we really need to up the numbers” Sweet said.
Spike frowned and wondered why this couldn’t have waited until the next monthly meeting, or perhaps Sweet did have an ulterior motive into bringing him here? - Well Spike thought, Sweet wouldn’t be able to read anything in his behaviour or demeanour over seeing Dru again, because he didn’t feel anything – no reaction to see.
“It’s something Xander and I are already working on, I was listening to tapes of new band’s stuff – can be boring, but it needs doing. We’ve been out the last three nights and will be out tonight too.”
“Good. Good, we need another boy band at least – The Sharks, even though we got rid of the lead singer, they’re still arguing between themselves. If they don’t bring out a decent single in the next two months, sack them. And we need a girl band too.”
“Yes, I know” Spike said coolly, then he continued,
“I’ve got several auditions lined up, and I’ve put a talent contest ad in Music! Music! magazine”
“Good! Well, I see you have it all in hand! I um, I also called you in because I want you to do something for me, and it’s a bit delicate. I’ve heard on the grapevine that the singer Jesse Simone is unhappy at Midnight Music; I’d like you to negotiate the closure of her contract with them, and sign her to us. I’m asking you now, because it’s debatable if I’ll be here for the next monthly meeting…” Sweet lied
Spike just nodded, not believing Sweet for a second, because it had been known before now that Sweet had flown in from the Caribbean to be at a monthly meeting, it’s how he kept his finger on the pulse, so to speak.
“Well, we need half a dozen bands at least, and a couple of singers, another couple of male singers, and at least one more female, how’s that Betty getting on?”
Both Lorne and Spike said
“Buffy” together, correcting him.
“Buffy” Sweet said without acknowledging he’d made a mistake.
“She’s in Northern California at the moment, and she’s still number one”
“Excellent, excellent, right, well, I’ll leave you to get on with what I pay you to do then!” Sweet stood and held out his hand. Spike stood and shook the proffered hand, resisting the temptation to wipe his hand on his trouser leg; Sweet’s handshake had been warm, damp and sweaty.
Lorne had come out of the office to see Spike out, and on his way back, he saw Dru looking full of the joys pulling Cecily downstairs, and babbling about shopping. Well, perhaps Sweet was right, Dru certainly looked happy enough, and Spike didn’t say a thing about Dru being back there, so all these misgivings he was feeling began to fade. The one thing Lorne did know though was, Dru wasn’t mentally strong as Sweet liked to think, she was definitely fragile, she still had the manic look in her eyes, even when she was bubbly and happy.
They had disagreed that morning, Lorne and Sweet, on how to go about things. Lorne thought it a little, well, cruel for want of a better word to let Spike know that Dru was back the way Sweet wanted to do it, just to let him see her in the lounge.
Lorne had suggested Sweet tell Spike she was back, and have the option whether to meet her or not.
“He’s a grown man, they were over years ago!” Sweet said irritably.
“Yes, but! They were together for years, and it ended badly – don’t you remember all that business on the roof?” Lorne had asked. Sweet snapped back,
“Course I remember the bloody roof, it was MY roof! I haven’t got TIME for all this, this molly coddling and messing about!”
“Well, if not for Spike, do it for Dru’s sake, she still very fragile mentally, and-“ Lorne had reasoned, but Sweet again cut him short.
“Dru’s fine. She needs for people to stop treating her like she was some sort of china doll. She’s tougher than you think. All I want is for Spike to sort this contract out, and sign a few more bands.
He might have already seen Dru anyway – I’m NOT pussy-footing around, I want things done, and done today, so get him on the phone, get him here this afternoon, three o’clock, and if Dru is here, than she’s here – I can’t help that”
Lorne had opened his mouth to speak, but Sweet held his hand up, eyes closed and head turned away from him and added to mark the conversation’s finality,
“– And that’s the end of the matter – now go!” Sweet had dismissed Lorne with a shoo-ing motion of the hand, and Lorne had left the office. He toyed with his conscience, and called Dru, and their conversation had gone like this………
“Hello, Lorney!”
“Hi sugar, look cup-cake, (he held her hand gently) we might be having a visitor this afternoon ok, and I don’t want you to get upset if you see him”
“Who is – oh! Is it SPIKE!”
”SHUSH (he looked towards the office, then back at Dru) Quiet pet, don’t let Daddy know I’ve told you, ok? We don’t want to upset him now do we – Our little secret. Will you be okay?” Dru was wild-eyed and grinning.
“Oh yes! I’ve been wanting and wanting to see him!”
“You have? Okay then pet, just…well, be careful” Lorne patted her hand, and Dru beamed at him
“Yes!”
“Remember, don’t-“
“I know, don’t tell Daddy you told me!”
“Good girl”
Dru practically skipped off, she looked so happy, and Lorne could already feel the stir of the misgivings he was feeling, and hoped that everything would be all right later on that afternoon when Spike turned up……...
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