AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter One
Throttle
“Action.”
I dropped my chin to my chest. “What?”
Dice turned to the cameraman. “I need to say action, right?”
The guy peeked from behind the large camera and shook his head. “Uh, no, man. Just act like I’m not here.”
Dice threw his hand toward the camera. “I’m supposed to act like it’s normal to have a camera pointed at me while I talk to Throttle about the oil change in three?”
The guy nodded. “Yeah. I’m not here.”
I snapped my fingers in Dice’s face. “Just fucking talk to me, man.” I didn’t know why the hell this was so hard for Dice. He was the one who was the most excited for this bullshit show, and now he was the one bumbling it up.
Dice shook his head and took a deep breath. “Woosah,” he whispered.
I would be the first one to say it: Dice was losing his damn mind.
The guy behind the camera chuckled and took a step back.
“What’s going on with the car in bay three?” I asked.
“Well,” Dice drawled. “It was supposed to be just an oil change, but I started up her car to pull into the garage, and the damn thing sounded like an orca whale. It’s on the lift, but I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do about the orca.”
I blinked slowly. “Uh, come again?”
“An orca whale, man. The car is pretty much bellowing.” Dice held up his hands. “I don’t know what the fuck to do with it.”
“Find out why it sounds like an orca whale,” I replied.
“I would if the owner hadn’t specifically said only an oil change and nothing else.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Did they know about the orca whale?”
“Well, I sure as fuck didn’t run one over driving it into the garage.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. I ran my fingers through my hair. “Is the owner still here?”
Dice nodded.
“You go figure out where the orca whale is hiding, and I’ll take care of the customer.”
“I’m not fixing shit until I know they are going to pay.”
I pointed to the car in bay three. “Go fix the fucking car and don’t worry about them paying. They’re going to pay.” Who the hell wanted to drive around with a car that sounded like an orca whale?
I walked into the tiny waiting room for the garage. “Who’s drivingFree Willy,” I called.
The four people in the waiting room looked around, but none of them raised their hands.
“Look, one of you is driving around an orca whale, and we’re going to fix it.” I looked at each person, waiting for any response.
“Dammit,” a blonde woman sighed. She stood abruptly and folded her arms over her chest. “Just ignore the whale and change the oil.”
“You can’t drive your car how it is. We’ll change the oil, but there is no way that thing is leaving the shop without fixing everything.”
