Today Junko and her sidekick, a delightful lady who also happens to be named Junko, hauled me out for lunch, telling me that they had something important to discuss with me. The “something” turned out to be that they were deeply concerned about my condition, because apparently I look so bloody miserable these days. (Oh my, was it that obvious? I thought I’d been doing such a good job of hiding it …) They begged me to talk, and promised that they would do whatever they could to help.
Now, I like them both very much, and trust them about as much as I can trust a JJ (which isn’t much, admittedly), but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them anything for two reasons:
1. I have a strict policy of never, ever discussing one client with another except in the most glowing terms (or preferably, in no terms at all). I firmly believe that to do otherwise would be extremely unprofessional, not to mention extremely unwise in the case of the JJs.
2. Although the two Junkos insist that they are free agents who don’t belong to any one faction – and to be sure, they don’t seem to have preferences at all and hang out wherever they please, whenever they like – I can’t take any chances. For all I know, they could’ve been sent out on a reconnaissance mission.
3. Business is business.
Keeping all this in mind, I plastered a big smile on my face and assured them that I was fine, just fine, but languishing a little in the summer heat … perhaps I would take a break over August, to gather my strength.
They were visibly relieved to hear this.
Then they asked me if I would consider setting up a new branch of JJs for them and their friends … in strictest confidence, of course …
It just never ends, does it?