Episode 2 | The Ritual of Thoth - scene 5

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A new employee

Its mid-afternoon and Debbie is being picked up from the corner of Wilshire and Westwood Boulevards. She has to walk about 20 minutes across the campus to where Barry, the Sinclair's driver is waiting. That's ok, she would rather walk the whole distance of the campus than be seen jumping into a stretch limo by the prying eyes of her classmates who she feels a total disconnect from. 

She is still a little shaky from what happened in the lecture theatre. She awoke to the anxious face of Professor Jones peering down at her surrounded by the other students. She pushed them aside, sat up and said she was fine. The professor asked are you sure you are alright miss-? She insisted she was fine, but when she had given her name as Debbie Sinclair Professor Jones involuntarily jumped. She had wanted to remain incognito for as long as possible. A reaction like that was not uncommon though, most people in LA knew who her father was and all about her family. She figured the professor was worried her Daddy might sue the university, because he insisted that she go to the medical centre immediately. The nurse clucked her tongue and told her to make sure she was getting enough sleep as she appeared to be suffering from exhaustion. Debbie didn't bother arguing with her.

Barry opens the door for her, and she settles in the back seat of the limo.

"Did you have a good day Miss Sinclair?" Barry peers at her pale face in the rear vision mirror.

"It was OK" she says wanly as she watches buildings and palm trees flit by the window.

As the limo passes through the gates of the Sinclair mansion, the maintenance truck is leaving. Debbie immediately notices two people missing from the back. The cute guy from the other day, and Veronica's latest toy. Barry drops her closer to the house – and then she sees him. Her stomach does a slight flip. He is filling up a bucket of water to wash down Damien's red Porsche. She wanders over.

"I see you got yourself a promotion."

He starts at the sound of her voice. "Oh - Hi! Yeah, I spoke with your Dad and he was cool about me staying on and doing a few extra things. I don't really want to stay working with the crew for shit-pay."

"Good for you." She watches as he adds suds to the water. He doesn't seem as conversational as last time, so Debbie asks, "So, what happened to your muscle-bound friend, did he get a job here too?"

"Huh?"

"You know, my mother's latest playmate."

"Oh, you mean Guido?" He jumps in the driver's seat of the car. "I don't know where he went. Guys like him are a dime a dozen, they disappear all the time. No green card, so they skip town and move on - that's if they're not picked up by the authorities first."

Debbie walks up beside the car and watches Isaiah running his hands over the steering wheel and stroking his fingers across the upholstery. A smile plays on her lips as she walks closer and leans in. "Don't cream your jeans, will you," she teases.

"What? No! It's just that I've always wanted to drive a car like this."

"Well, now you get to wash it!" She picks up the sponge in the bucket and throws it through the window of the car. The wet soapy sponge hits the side of his face and falls into his lap with a plop. Debbie laughs, but stops abruptly when she catches sight of Isaiah's thunderous expression. He gets out of the car, his face flushed with anger as he looks down at the soapy sodden crotch of his jeans.

"You shouldn't have done that," he says softly, a dark look in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, it was just a stupid joke," stammers Debbie. He picks up the bucket nearby and throws the contents over her. She sucks in a breath, momentarily stunned from the cold water but also by his ruse.

He laughs good naturedly, although a little forced and points at his pants. "Well whadda ya know, it looks as though I really did cream my jeans!"

"Here let me wash it off for you," she says as she picks up the garden hose and sprays him with it. Hooting, he lunges at her and grabs the hose chasing her around the side of the house as she shrieks with laughter.

They come face to face with a fuming Veronica standing on the veranda and abruptly stop their water fight. "What the fuck is going on here!"

"Sorry Momma, we were just having fun."

"Debbie! Get inside and stop fraternising with the hired help-" she roughly grabs Debbie by the elbow and steers her inside "-and you, get the fuck away from my daughter! Haven't you got a job to do?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Isaiah turns on his heel smiling to himself. He returns to the car, hosing it down and polishing the chrome work until it shines like a mirror. There is one pesky spot that is causing him grief on the front bumper, he leans in close and scrapes with his fingernail. There are more spots on closer inspection. He scrapes harder and then examines his fingertips. Dried blood it seems to be. "Huh," he says and then continues to polish away, whistling tunelessly and thinking nothing more of it.

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