It's Kat's number again

Rick was in a massage supply shop checking out the different oils and the price of a massage bed when his phone rang.

A quick look showed it was Kat's number again. Was her jealous boyfriend stalking him?

Although he was half-tempted to let the call roll over to voice mail, Rick decided he needed to confront this problem.

"Look, I already told you that I'm interviewing for a job with Kat. I don't--"

"You don't what?"

It definitely wasn't the boyfriend's voice.

"Kat? I, uh--"

"I take it my boyfriend has been harassing you. Don't worry, you're not alone. He went through my entire client list. I let him know that if he does that again, he can just move his cute ass out of my apartment and find someplace else to live. Hey, you have room for him in your car?"

"That isn't funny."

"Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I've done the deal. That gym is mine as of now."

"No offense but I stopped by there earlier this morning. It's a dump."

"Maybe. But it's our dump. You're at that massage supply place on Lemmon, right?"

"How the hell did you know that?"

"A girl has got to have her secrets. Anyway, pick out a nice massage table. When you're ready to check out, call me and I'll give the clerk my card. Then head up here. I can use some help cleaning up and when that's done, I can use the help of a marketing professional. If we're not going to go broke in three months, we're going to need to bring in some clients."

"So much for my day off."

"Your choice, I just thought you might prefer a nice comfortable gym, with showers and bathroom stalls and hot and cold babes to sleeping in your car every night."

"Well, if you put it that way, I'll be there in an hour."