721 Anderson Avenue-21 by M.P. Arsent
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Both appeared to be from Bert. The first one was telling me about the drain. The second was complaining about how rude I was when I was there to fix it. It looked like Bert was trying to lay a basis to get me fired.
I made a quick reply to Bert, from my owner's account, saying that it would be looked into. I made a mental note to write Bert again in a couple of days.
At that point, I looked out my window to see Ken making his way into the building. I went out and intercepted him.
"Morning Ken, any word on who whacked Zander?"
"Morning Jeff. No, I haven't heard anything yet. How is he by the way?"
"He should be fine in a couple of days."
"Well, there's that at least."
"Later."
I went back into my apartment and checked the other email accounts and there was nothing there to worry about. I decided to hit the gym once again.
I made my way to the gym and then hit the weight machine. I was still in pretty good shape, but I wanted to improve my definition. You never knew when Jules might need a big favor. It also didn't hurt to look good for the guys.
Two hours later I was on my way back to the building. Dana was on his way out.
"Awfully early to be heading to work."
"Yeah, well you know Jules. He called a full rehearsal as he's working with a couple of new guys."
"Good luck with that. Later."
I went into my place and had myself a late lunch. I checked the building email again and there wasn't anything to worry about. I settled in with a book unless something suddenly needed my attention.
A little after 5 there was a knock on my door. It was Irving.
"Just letting you know that we'll be having another guest this weekend."
"Better luck with this one than the last."
"We hope so."
"Let the guys know so I don't get calls about an intruder."
"Will do. Later Jeff."
I started some supper and after eating and getting things cleaned up, I once again headed for the roof.
I got up there just in time to hear Bob and Irving make their announcement of having a visitor over the weekend. I hoped this kid had a better attitude than the last one.
Bert was up here tonight and I noticed that he had a smug smile when he looked at me. I knew what I'd be doing tomorrow after I finished the halls, then we'd see who was smiling.
I called it a night at about 10 as the crowd was thinning out as most, if not all, of these folk had to work in the morning.
Wednesday and I was up had my breakfast and was out doing the halls. I always started at the top and worked my way down, so I was right there when Zander and his assistant stepped out of the elevator.
"Would you please stop hovering Albert. I'm fine. Ahh Jeff. You ever going to let me do a shoot of you?"
"Zander, one of these days when I'm feeling really outgoing, it might happen, but I'm making no promises."
"Yes, well I'm hoping sooner rather than later. Take care."
I finally worked my way down to the first floor without any further interactions. So, it was in for some lunch and then housework for the apartment. If Irv and Bob were going to have a guest this weekend, it was likely that I would be meeting him and that family services might well drop by for a spot visitation.
With that in mind, I decided that I was finally going to go out and see Dana dance. I showered and got on some of my nicer clothes and headed out to the club.
When I walked in Jules happened to be right there.
"Well, to what do we owe the honor?"
"Felt like it was time to get out of the apartment for a change."
"Thinking about hitting the stage?"
"Not by a long shot. I'm not in shape for it."
"Always a spot for you if you do get in shape."
"Oh yes, and whoever I bumped would be so happy for that."
"Hell, I'd just make the show a little longer."
"Making everybody stay a little later which is just as bad if not worse. I'll pass."
Middle of the week it wasn't too crowded so I found myself a small table to sit at. A waiter soon came over to get my order.
"Hey Jeff, been a while."
"Brian! What are you doing waiting tables? Shouldn't you be backstage by this time?"
"Not dancing anymore. Got in a car accident and have a hell of a scar. Not appealing to the clients."
"Ouch, is everything else ok though?"
"Yeah, I'm getting by ok. Still drinking the non-alcoholic beer?"
"Good memory, and yes please."
"Be right back."
Brian was soon back with my beer and the show started just a bit after that.
A lot of the bodies and faces were familiar, which surprised me a bit as it had been a few years since I had danced. A few of them had a word or two to say to me as they made their way around the floor. Dana came out about halfway through the show. He got a rather surprised look on his face when he saw me sitting there. Dana made it a point to come to my table and give me a lap dance before he completed his trip around the floor.
"Wait until after the second show and walk me home?"
"Sure."
Jules came by between shows.
"What did you think of the show?"
"Fine as always, though I would have expected a larger turnover in the dancers."
"I told you a while back that a good number of the customers lately prefer the more mature bodies. That's the major reason I keep after you to come back."
"Told you before Jules, not unless it's a dire emergency."
"I may well have to hold you to that one night."
"Make sure it really is an emergency Jules, because if it isn't It won't happen again."
"I believe you, Jeff."
So I sat through both shows and enjoyed the eye candy. I waited at my table for Dana to make his way out to me after the show.
"What made you come out tonight Jeff?"
"No halls to do tomorrow and Irv and Bob are bringing home another kid for the weekend, which also brings the possibility of a surprise visit from Family Services."
"And you don't want to be responsible for messing up their chances."
"Right."
"Shall we head home?"
"Yes."
Jules let us out the front door as the club was now closed for the night. Dana and I made our way the few blocks to the building and safely got inside.
"Coming up Jeff?"
"Not tonight Dana, it's already late enough, and I never know what might come up tomorrow."
"I understand Jeff. Have a good night."
I was inside and crashed out in short order.
Thursday morning and I remembered I still had to answer Bert's complaint.
I sat down and wrote, once again from my owner's account, that after an investigation into his complaint, there was no foundation for any action to be taken against the superintendent of the building. Further, counterclaims had been made by the superintendent of the building and he (Bert) was cautioned against harassment. I sent it off to Bert, and I just knew there was going to something happen.
At least I had the rest of the morning and afternoon to look forward to being relatively peaceful. It actually lasted until folks started getting home from work.
Several hallway light bulbs had gone out. So, it was the stepladder and a box of bulbs hauled around the building. Then Kyle Watson in 4D had managed to lock himself out of his apartment, then there was an inch of water in the laundry room. A hose to one of the washers had ruptured. Just a few of the "normal" things that happen in any residential building.
I eventually got all of those things handled and settled down to some supper.
A little later I headed up to the roof, just to make the rounds so to speak. The first person I ran into was Bert, who didn't have anything to say, but his glare spoke volumes. I moved on around to everyone who happened to be up here tonight. Everyone but Bert seemed happy.
I went down to my apartment fairly early and crashed out.
Friday morning and once the majority of folks had gone off to work, I got busy on the halls. I had some lunch and then made a trip over to the gym to work out once again.
I had just finished my supper and was going to put my feet up and watch some television when somebody leaned on my doorbell. When I looked out my front window to see who it was, you could have knocked me over with a feather.