When I got back from Eggy’s my assistant Pat had a stack of
phone messages for me and a termination letter from Ravi, which at least solved
one problem.
Pat had been with me from the start, everywhere I have gone
she has followed. She was in her mid-fifties
now and still an attractive women. I
first met her when I started in the legislature and she was working for then
Senator now dead Senator Vito Falcon.
Falcon was actually a pretty solid guy by Albany standards, a wife and
kids, no mistresses and no out of wedlock children. For Albany legislators that made him eligible
for saint hood. But Vito did enjoy
having a lot of pretty women work for him.
They were known in the halls of the capital as Falcon’s angels and many
young male staffers called his office Candyland. Pat was one of Falcons angels but of the high
end variety. I still remember the day I
went to deliver something to the Senator and one of the angels was working as
the receptionist at a glass desk with no underwear and a miniskirt. The mere thought of her shaven vagina on
display brought a smile to my face, this was after all 20 years ago when the full
bush was in vogue and a shaven vagina was only found in pornos and California. What was her name? Tina something or other.
“What are you smiling about” Pat asked
“Just thinking about how underpaid you are”
“That’s complete horseshit, I’m not underpaid in fact you
pay me about 50% too much it’s the main reason I’m still here”
She was right, apart from Karrie Jones’s lobby firm Leathers
and Lace paid some of the highest support staff salaries in Albany. And Karrie Jones only paid more because in
her twisted mind if she paid the most that somehow meant she had the best
staff.
“After a meeting at Eggy’s only 2 things would make you
smile, either you thought of a way to ruin Richard’s life or you are thinking
about that little slut Tina Laggert’s miniskirt from Vito’s office”
God that women is scary good at what she does.
“Fuck off Pat and get me a meeting with Bob Haxter for
drinks at 9 at the Groverneurs club, a table where everyone can see us. And bill Ravi an extra $60000 as a
termination fee, copy all his files, put the copies in the trunk of the Audi
and shred the originals”
“So it’s both Tina’s miniskirt and screwing Richard, well
enjoy yourself but be careful”
As I sat at my desk I started to read the phone messages,
there were 17 plus the 30 voice mails I had ignored on my cell phone which meant
I’d be busy for the next couple of hours.
That was another lesson Cadillac Curtis had taught me,
return every phone call within 4 hours.
If you weren’t going to return it by then throw the message away it
wasn’t worth returning.
The first call on top of the pile was from Roland.
This would be boring but might be profitable.
“Roland what can I help you with today?”
“Well first thing how am I supposed to get truffle butter in
a bill? I had to ask my 14 year old
daughter what it meant because I heard it in a Niki Minage song she had playing
in the car. Do you know what truffle
butter is? My god I will never forgive
Bobby. My daughter thinks and I quote
her now that I’m a creeper. My wife says
I need counseling and wanted to know how I even knew to ask what it was. And then told me in no uncertain terms I
would never and I repeat never be able to even see her naked again much less
create any truffle butter”
I merely chuckled, Roland’s wife had to be one of the nicest
women in our social circle and my guess was if Roland knew even the slightest
thing about women she would have been more than happy to can some truffle
butter for him. But Roland knew less
about women than anyone I’ve ever met.
“Yea that’s going to be a tuff one to win, Rollie, maybe do
a sexual harassment bill”
“I can’t ask any of my associates to research truffle butter
much less write it into a bill that I could get passed but that’s not why I
called, we have a conflict with one of our corporate clients. They have a small research division that
wants to compete for one of the medical marijuana licenses. That’s just not the type of work we want to
be involved with, drug dealing is not within the scope of our expertise”
No shit I thought.
“Who’s the client and what will they pay?”
“It’s Masilla Corp. and they should be good for $5000 a
month plus a bonus if they get a license”
“You know that bonuses for lobbying are illegal Roland”
“And yet you keep collecting them”
“I have the best compliance consultant on retainer, you
should try him”
“Denny Dejardin? That fucking guy is crazy how can you trust
him?”
“He is crazy and he is a genius and I’ve never met anyone I
trusted more as long as he gets his monthly fee”
“Whatever, FBH would no sooner hire him than we would
represent drug dealers”
Which was why Leathers and Lace made 5 times the profit FBH
did.
“Have Masilla call me, do you want a piece as a referral fee?”
“Not a referral fee but if I lose this bet I’d appreciate it
if you would cover half of it”
“Consider it done Roland”
Next on the pile of phone messages was Sean Flynn, all 5
foot 3 inches of him, the mini mick as he was known behind his back. He was In
house counsel at PonyXpress a startup company trying to rip off the Uber app by
using a network of drivers traveling for personal business to deliver packages,
supposedly cheaper and quicker than FedEx or UPS. I don’t know if it is real and they could only
afford a $2500 a month retainer to get a bill passed limiting their liability
to the drivers in their system. They had
enough funding for 6 more months so no reason to call the mini mick back today,
throw that one away.
And so it went for the next hour or so. In the end I had two messages I still needed
to return. One was Flick Feerdom the CEO
of Patsy Whitney Inc. one of my largest and oldest clients the other was
Richard Siler. I had to do Flick first
because I could not risk talking to Richard and being upset when I spoke to
Flick but Flick never did anything fast which meant that was going to be a 30
minute call.
I had an idea.
I dialed Richards’s cell.
“Siler” he answered.
“Hey Dick its Leathers GO FUCK YOURSELF” and I hung up and
quickly called Flick.
Let Richard think about that for a bit.
The call with Flick took 23 minutes, involved scheduling two
conference calls with his outside and inside counsels and an appearance before
his board next week. All to make sure
the Senate Majority Leader would not publicly support eliminating the LLC loophole
from campaign finance reform legislation.
Flick had at least 60 LLCs he used to make campaign contributions and
didn’t want the risk of any politician closing his loophole. The Senate Majority Leader, Homer “the hose”
Hibert was no more likely to close the loophole than he was to let the minority
in the senate have decent office space but Flick didn’t need to know that.
Hibert was an interesting guy. He was known as “the hose” by those in the
media for his reputation of helping all the volunteer fire departments in
upstate New York with member item money.
He was known as “the hose” by those of us in the lobby world that really
knew him and his many, many girlfriends for the size of his legendary
penis. The last time I checked in the
clubs locker room it had to be 11 inches long if it was an inch. Lord knows how big it got when it was
angry. Many a female staffer had to take
time off after serving on the senator’s staff.
The only bigger dick than Hiberts penis was his son Oscar. Oscar had the intelligence of a slug and the
creativity to match. He was presently
the town clerk in East Bumblefuck or some such town in Daddy’s senate
district. But young Oscar wanted more,
he wanted to be a lobbyist. And “the
hose” made sure we all knew it. “The
hose” expected a bidding war for Oscar’s services and the top ten firms would
all have to bid. The loser in this case was
whoever bid the most and had to hire Oscar.
The only catch was “the hose” was going to review all the bids. Piss off “the hose” by bidding too little or
not bidding at all and you and your clients would be dead in the senate until “the
hose” was either dead or in federal prison.
But I had an idea I just needed to talk to “the hose” privately and show
him a better way for Oscar to get rich, for the rest of us to stay rich, for “the
hose” not to get angry and for no one to go to jail, other than Richard if
things went just right.
No more putting off the call to Richard.
I dialed his cell again.
“Siler and don’t you ever tell me to fuck off again”
“FUCK OFF” and I hung up.
I crack myself up.
My cell rang it was Richard.
“Leathers, how can I help you?”
“What is your fucking problem?”
“Richard what are you talking about?”
“You just told me to fuck off and hung up on me . . .
twice!”
“Are you back on the mushrooms again Richard? I haven’t spoken to you in a week why would I?
I’d rather slam my dick in a car door than talk to you”
“You just called me”
“No I didn’t, get professional help Richard I think you are
cracking under the stress”
“Fuck you, I only called to get Ravi’s files”
“What files?”
“You know what files, Ravi’s research and deal files for
your work for him”
“Richard I have absolutely no idea what you are talking
about I don’t have any Ravi files in fact I don’t have any client named Ravi.”
Then I hung up on him for the third time.
Maybe instead of solving “the hose’s” employment issue for
his son I’d just rig the bidding to make sure Richard hired the little shit.