fandomtownies | MCA Lobby; Friday [ 08/07 ].

Well, Thank Goodness it was Friday, that's all Rachel could say, although it would figure that it would be Friday that a whole bunch of work fell into her lap. In her unending quest to prove that she was busy and professional, she'd come across the fact that one of the apartments she thought was leased out actually wasn't and was opening, which meant she'd have to get to renting it out, because she liked to take her full-up leasing file as a symbol of her status as a crackerjack landlady.

She wondered, then, if the apartment needed to be seen to and cleared out, which lead her to think that it was a doll-gone shame that she didn't have any servants here like she had in Johannesburg, even if they did steal the sugar, and, well, why shouldn't she? Hire someone out to do all the things like clearing out apartments and fixing things that broke down, because there was no reason why she should have to do it herself.

And it was that reasoning that lead her to put together a very nice sign in her very practiced hand (always complimented for its charm, just fancy enough to be societal, but not overbearingly so) and put it in the window facing the street: Mauvaise Chance Apartments is currently looking to employ a Tenant Services Representative. Please inquire within, with references.

She was very proud of her use of Tenant Services Representative, since that sounded better than Errand Boy, and she knew better than to take anyone on without references after some of the hired help she'd had in Africa, jeez oh man. Couldn't take any chances when you were hiring people, because people were just untrustworthy, and that was a fact.

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Oh, sure, she's very busy, but she'd never let that stop her from being a gracious social butterfly.

Fred clomped into the building after his class.

"I was hopin' you might have a vacancy?" he said.

Oh, Lordy, call the Coast Guard; a whale just beached.

Rachel was going to very unabashedly stare and wonder why no one normal seemed to be able to go through that door.

"As a matter of fact," she said, a bit mechanically as the rest of her was just sort of grotesquely fascinated, "we do."

But did he think one would be enough? She wasn't so sure.

"I'll take it," Fred said. "How much?"

Rachel told him the ~~handwavey~~ monthly rent. "That doesn't include utilities," she informed him, as well, "and there's a ~~handwavey~~ deposit that may be returned at the end of your lease should the apartment still be in good decent shape."

And you haven't fallen through the G-D floor. She should find out who lived below Unit #5 and give them a nice warning of the elephant that might come through their ceiling one of these days.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "When can I move my shit in?"

Rachel knew that she still hadn't checked to see if it was cleared out, but, really, the more important thing was to get this giant walking Jell-O mold with arms cleared out of her sight.

"Just as soon," she said with an overly sweet smile as she produced a stack of tenant paperwork and slid it across the desk, "as I get your John Hancock on all your lease."

Fred grabbed the pen in his pudgy fingers and signed his name.

"Fred J. Dukes, there you go."

"And just date here," said Rachel, pointing, "and sign again there..."

Look, she didn't want to have to subject herself to his gravity any more, either, but business was business.

Fred did as he was told.

Ironically, gravity was his sort of thing.

"That all you need, darlin'?"

Rachel's face twisted. It was not a pleasant experience at all being called Darlin' by a whale.

"Yessir, that's all I'll need." Thankfully. She thought of handing over the key but figured it was best to just slide it over across the counter and avoid having her fingers violated by those overstuffed sausages sprouting from what she assumed was his hand. "Unit #5's all yours."

"Thanks," Fred said. "I'll let you know if anythin' breaks."

He took the key and started walking out.

Rachel won't even mind if you don't live there, because a busy lobby made her look successful.

Apartment mentioned in narrative already spoken for, but the ~~cabana boy~~ Tenant Services Representative job is up to any select number of people.

It basically means having to be on call to do whatever Rachel needs done that she won't do, which is almost anything, and occasionally being accused of stealing the sugar. And sometimes wearing short shorts and oiling her up and making her a martini.

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