goes up to seventy-five percent. Iâm not going to sign myself away like the boys did, Mr. Proila. That would be stupid of me. Iâd rather make it alone than do that.â Molly leaned toward Mr. Proila. âAnd believe me, Mr. Proila, I really do have what it takes to make it alone.â
Mr. Proila couldnât help admiring Mollyâs chutzpah. âOh yes? Then why do you need me at all?â
âBecause of course it will be less effort for me if you are my manager. And that is why you are getting half of the money I make.â
Mr. Proila nodded. âYouâre a piece of work, ainâtcha?â He stirred his cocktail and took a sip. âAnâ I like that. But if you do manage the three million profit in a month, itâs fairer if we split it seventy/thirty. Iâll deserve that for the things Iâm gonnado to put you on the map. You should give me that extra five percent.â
âWhat forâprotection money?â Molly said. âYou think Iâm scared of you, Mr. Proila?â
Mr. Proila studied the young girl beside him. He had never come across a child so calculating, so ambitious, so fearless, and so heartless. He liked her. If her talent was as truly special as the audience in the Tokyo Dome had thought, she was a genius product that was going to make him a fortune.
âSo youâre not afraid of me. Youâre hard as nails. No, Miss Moon, the extra five percent isnât protection money, itâs just for goodwill.â
Molly nodded. âI see.â She slipped her hand into her pocket and stroked her coin. She didnât care what this silly little man was saying to her. He was as scary to her as a snake without venom. With one zap of her hypnotic eyes she could get him to do whatever she wanted anytime she pleased. In the grand scheme of things the five percent he wanted would be irrelevant. Anyway, eventually sheâd send him packing. Mr. Proila had no idea what lay ahead, she thought. Once she had no more use for him, sheâd probably hypnotize him so that he ended up playing the pennywhistle on the streets.
âOK,â Molly said. âWhen I hit the big time, seventy percent for me, thirty for you.â
Mr. Proila offered his hand to Molly. âSounds like a deal.â
Molly took his hand and they shook. Then she raised her glass. âHereâs to me!â
Fifteen
W hen Rocky arrived in Tokyo, the others were still out at the concert. Miss Shonyo let him in.
He now sat on one of the pea beanbags, having a cup of tea with the old grandmother. Sobo had taken an immediate liking to her dark, good-looking guest.
When Rocky mentioned Mollyâs name, the old womanâs expression grew stormy. She tutted and clicked her tongue. She shook her head at Rocky with such concern that Rocky wondered whether Molly was in the hospital or, worse still, dead.
âMolly OK?â Rocky asked.
âMolly blam, blam, blam,â replied the grandmother, miming playing a guitar. Then she shook her head again.
Rocky frowned. Molly was definitely in trouble of some sort.
Suddenly the apartment door burst open and Petula came running in, skidding across the floor to take a flying leap into Rockyâs lap. She licked his face enthusiastically.
âRocky, youâre here!â Gerry rushed in and jumped onto Rocky as well. âIsnât Tokyo cool? Meet Chokichi and Toka and Hiroyuki. Youâre going toreally like them!â
Rocky smiled at the three brothers. âThanks for having me to stay,â he said. He tried to judge the Japanese boys. Were they the reason Molly was in trouble? Rocky had met a few hypnotists. So, suspicious of the boys, he was on his guard.
âWhereâs Molly? And how is she? Is she OK, Gerry?â
âSheâs very good at music,â Gerry replied. âSheâs really got into her music.â
Rocky thought that this was an odd response, but before he could say
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