Thank you." All right then. Get on with it. Let's see what you have to show me."Kavita took a deep breath. A lot was riding on what she said next. "As... you know, sir, we've been trying to get the Premier business for some time now, because we heard they were unhappy with their current public relations firm. But despite our efforts, they've stayed with their old firm. Rumors still are they are dissatisfied, but we haven't been able to get them to make the jump yet." I know all that," her boss. I’d noticed the Bag-lady just sitting around at any and all times of the day when I’d pass by.She’d sit there, with her hair all dis-sheveled, with a radio constantly buzzing out some local AM broadcast, and she’d either be slumped in a chair sleeping, or feeding the 7-10 stray cats which hovered around her (it just occurred to me, I don’t know why I call her “bag-lady, I should probably refer to her as Cat-Lady)But anyways, I kept jogging by that spot, because she seemed pretty “fit” I decided. Fifty dollars for a few minute's work--so to speak? Not bad. And up to a grand? Sweet! You call the number provided and, after wrestling with the automated system, discover that you are the last applicant accepted for the day. Just under the wire! Now it's off to make some quick cash.It's a short trip down to the clinic. You know this neighborhood pretty well--strange that you've never noticed the clinic before. Or even the street it's on. Downing? It looks new. In contrast to the decaying area. I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still ‘out’ at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made peanut butter chip pancakes with powdered sugar. I threw some hazelnut flavored cream in the coffee with some sweetener, put the pancakes on a tray and peeked in the bedroom. Still out. Her curly hair sprawled around the pillow. I saw her taut little buns poking out from under the sheet – you could bounce a dime off that, I thought to myself. Too bad she’s not up. I set.