"Yes, what do you want?" a groggy, but feminine voice said on the other end.
"You may remember me from the plane ride from Butte. I'm a talent agent, and I may need a lawyer. I remember you are an attorney."
"I am...was...I guess I still am," said Cindy.
"Did I wake you?" asked Johnny.
"Yeah, I worked a late shift last night."
"Oh, and where do you work, Cindy?"
"Grubb's Diner, I'm the..."
"You're the what, Cindy." Johnny could tell she was embarrassed.
"I'm...well, I do various jobs there," said Cindy in a muted voice.
"Well, I'd still like to meet with you about this job I have for you. When would be a good time?
"I go in to work at eleven today and don't get off until eight. Tomorrow morning would be ok; I have the day off."
"Fine," said Johnny, "I'll have Sarah give you the address. Please hold." Johnny put Cindy on holdl and told Sarah to give Cindy the office address. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the clock on the wall; it was 9:20. He spent the next couple of hours setting up deals with various agents. He was looking for actresses who had not done much in the past few years or who had made some bad career choices. After lining up some leads and networking with people in the business, he decided to go to lunch. He left Sarah behind and decided to catch a cab. He had the cabbie take him to Grubb's Diner. He wanted to see how Cindy was getting along.
Grubb's Diner was just outside the city limits in run-down neighborhood near the interstate. The Diner had been built in art deco style but had not been kept up well over the past several years. The paint was peeling and the walls were stained with grime. The parking lot was broken and cracked. A few beat up pick-up's and old 70's models cars were in the parking lot. Black smoke wafted from an exhaust vent on the back of the place. Johnny entered the diner and took a seat. The customers seemed to be either homeless or migrant workers. They wore dirty clothes and had well tanned and tired looking faces. There was a bar that extended the lenght of the place and several booths by the widow. Johhny sat at a booth and picked up a lamenated menu. He watched a couple get up from a booth at the other end of the diner and leave. As they did, he saw Cindy emerge from the kitchen with a bus tub. Her short blonde hair was under a thick hair net. She had still carefully put on her make-up which seemed a bit smeared by what Johnny guessed was the steam and grease from the kitchen. She wore light blue polyester pants and a matching shirt with a white collar. Her body showed signs of softening just a bit, but it was still rather nice. She sighed as she started to clear the table.
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