Part6 of "The Adventures of an Evil Genius and Other Assorted Caracachers."

Payton introduced all of his friends to Jared as they talked and caught up with each other. "This is my  good friend Alger Kiesigmer, I met him in Germany a few years back at one of my clients concerts. He has been a part of my music business even sense." "So your in the music business?" Jared inquired. "Yes," Payton answered "Payton Publishing Inc. It started out as a side job to being a doctor but it just go so big that I quit doctoring for it, its a lot of fun because I get to listen to all kinds of music. I have a great company team so the stress part of the job is gone now." He gave Alger a friendly smack on the back. "I leave that all to him now." The three men laughed. Payton now had to strain his voice to be heard  because all of the laughing and talking mixed together produced a mild roar. "And then there is  my other company staff over there." He pointed at a group of chatting friends. "They take care of all the New B's". Payton paused and scanned the eclectic group for any paramount individuals. His gaze stopped on a group surrounding Hans, his newest signee who had moved from Denmark not to long ago.  "Thats Hans over there" Payton pointed "He is very talented; It looks like Mikayla and Shaylie have figured that out already though." Jared, Payton, and Alger gazed over to the group which Shaylie and Mikayla were now a part of. Hans was inside sending notes flying out and over in every shape, size and color. His fingers slid and hammered up and down the fret board. He painted the harmonious bass runs and strummed chords in blue's violets, olive and rose. The swirl of magic lasted a few more minutes and was then replaced with a serious of clapping, whooping, and congratulating. Payton introduced a few more musicians, harmonica, electric violin, and mandolin instrumentalists as well as a crazy sax player Named Shelby Merideth, who was starting as much fire as Hans with his crazy finger-styling.

Jared soaked in everything... It was so refreshing after two of the most crazy days of his life. His gaze slid from Hans, to Shelby, to the very, very high ceiling and then down the walls to the sides of the room where his view bumped into Benjamins, his pinstriped, wine colored, sun-glassed look put a stark end to the surrealness of the moment. Jared leaned over to Payton and inquired about the strange figure standing against the wall; in fact they were all around the room Jared suddenly realized, clones of Benjamins (minus the pinstripes and the bold authoritative shine that He somehow possessed.) Payton looked in the direction of Jared's inquisitive finger. Payton shouted over the roar. "Him? Oh that's Jacob Albert George Benjamins. He is one of the worlds best security guards in the nation. Him and the rest of his security force help keep my house safe from any strangers... but he does get carried away at times" Payton wore a sheepish grin on his face. He leaned closer to Jared and whispered in his ear. "He also makes sure nobody steals my collection of famous Nash recipes-- So far I have seven!" Jared Gawked at this new found fact... SEVEN! WOW! For some reason he was 20 more enthusiastic about this fact then he had been when he had meet the granddaughter of the Nash recipe creations yesterday! Seven of the recipes! This was almost half of the total 19 completed ones. Payton was richer than Jared could have ever imagined.

The room was pumped with excitement and nobody noticed as Shaylie slipped away to attend to far more important business than merrymaking. The outside air wrapped around her with its chillingly fresh embrace. She walked quickly to the paramedic van and scrounged up a scrap of notebook paper and a pencil nub. She began writing, quickly, loosely, big floppy letters filled the small space. When inspiration hit it was imperative to record instantly. The graphite smudged the epiphany's into each other as the 20th and final Nash recipe began its birth. Then Shaylie heard something from outside, the crunching of gravel under big, heavy boots. The ambulance door swung wide and hard.She was right about the boots. "Hello Money!" Was all the dark haired man managed to say through the barrier of a thick Arabic accent.