The woman was, frankly, gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, incredible body. And not afraid to show it, considering the bodice and tight leggings. Definitely athletic. Probably softball player in college. No… volleyball player. No… BEACH volleyball. Chin, lips, nose… classically beautiful like one of those Greek statues, so totally into looking perfect. And wearing a tiara… MONEY!!
Jonah looked to the other sales guys and wiggled the knot of his tie. Javier and Mikey were with other customers and acknowledged his dibs with quick left hands to chins. Robby and Chad had their hands on their ties trying to assert their claims. They each tapped a hand against a thigh three times. Two fists versus a palm flat against the leg. Jonah nodded to the guys with satisfaction in his raised eyebrow and strolled toward the woman.
“Hello,” he said with as much airy lightness as he could muster. Jonah didn’t want to spook her. Lots of women were intimidated coming into the showroom. “I say this in a totally non-harassment manner,” he paused, gave his friendliest smile and waved to the surrounding vehicles, “do you see anything you like?”
She laughed, her mouth forming into a warm smile. “Not really, no. I’m in need of something a bit more custom.”
That got a laugh – a lilting, beautiful laugh like harp strings strummed. Pretty and a sense of humor. Keep it light and moving and I’ll have the down payment on the beach house, baby.
“My name is Jonah and let me tell you, we can do custom.” He pointed to a dark, fast-looking sports car. “That Camaro doesn’t just come in black. You can get it in red or blue.” He gestured to the woman’s side. “We can even do gold to match your rope and bracelets. AND you can get it as a convertible.” Jonah looked toward the showroom’s windows. “Man… driving down to the beach, wind whipping your hair around, sun shining down on you and your -” he hesitated – “bestie. And there’s plenty of room in the trunk for volleyball gear or picnic stuff for you and your significant other.”
The woman smiled some more. “It’s good to meet you, Jonah,” she said. “You can call me Diana. And while convertible muscle cars are nice, I’m actually looking for something flight capable. My commute’s more difficult than most.” She produced a small rectangular piece of plastic with three letters embossed on one side. “The league sent me.”
Jonah took the card, flipping it and looking at the back casually. “My apologies,” he said lightly, his hand shaking a bit as he returned it. “Um… why don’t you come with me to my desk and I can show you the special request menu.” Jonah led Diana to a glass-walled room off to the side, held open the door while she went inside and sat down. He followed, closing the door after him. Making sure to pull the curtains shut, Jonah settled behind the desk checked to make sure Diana was settled, then pressed the power button on his lamp six times. Both their chairs and the desk immediately began sinking into the floor.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god! A league sale! They’ve got Donald Trump, Lex Luther, Bruce Wayne and King of Saudi Arabia money combined. CHA-CHING!!! I’m buying TWO beach houses. And a condo on the mountain!
They came to a stop in a cavernous sub-basement. Vehicles of all types sat on the white tiled floor. “I know you said you’re looking for a flyer, but I wouldn’t be doing you – ha ha – Justice – if I didn’t point out the Tumbler 3.” Jonah pointed to a giant triangular shaped machine with tractor treads instead of wheels and a jet exhaust port at the back end. “The roof panels extend outward to form wings that, combined with the thrust from the mini-Krypto/Phantom Drive, allow gliding for distances of up to two miles. AND we can custom paint it to match any uniform. We’ve got an order yesterday for TWO in midnight black for The Bat-”
“Please, no. I really am only interested in aircraft.” Diana crossed her legs, took a deep breath and sighed. “And color schemes don’t factor in my needs. Frankly, I’m looking for non-descript. The more invisible the better.”
“I get it,” Jonah said, snapping his fingers. “You’re looking to transport league members covertly. So you’re like their executive assistant? Congratulations. I’m sure we can find you a great plane to fit your needs.”
Jonah pulled brochures from his desk including a card of color samples. Diana looked at him and shook her head in silence.
Better make sure to get show her reds and blues. And got to get the league on the phone. No sense getting all the way into the sale without getting the Super guy to okay the credit card.
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