Maru's Various Charries (mm_maru) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2011-03-05 17:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, ota, urquhart |
Alley off Vine Square, Saturday afternoon [Urquhart OTA/MW]
"No, that won't work."
Urquhart had been in his workshop/garage, door up to let in the greyish natural light of a rainy afternoon, kneeling on a scrap of canvas and lovingly applying grease to recalcitrant screws on his Harley's innards, when the call came.
A client, and one with very bad ideas, at that.
"I'm quite willing to wait for my fee until you've liquidated some of the assets you are expecting from the transaction..." he ventured, then listened to his phone with a deepening scowl.
"You're entirely mistaken, sir," he said, calmly. "If that is your last word -- well. Yes, for expenses occurred, and necessary cancellations, and so forth."
That's why it was a 'non-refundable advance', for pete's sake! Idiotic Americans.
"I'll recommend somebody else free of charge."
Ivan, Dmitri, or one of their countless 'cousins' would pick it up gladly and make it look really nasty, and never worry about the inelegant solution.
"Of course, discretion is always guaranteed, independent of payment. Goodbye."
Insurance fraud -- of all the stupid ideas he had heard in his career! Urquhart was having none of it. He had to live here -- unlike the Ukrainians, who'd fly in goons and fly out the slightly iffy Monets, no problem.
He shook his head, picked up the oil can, and forgot all about the call for the time being, pleasantly lost in the Zen of motorcycle maintenance.