Brody stood waiting by his private jet for his new assistant to drive up, wondering why she was taking so long to get to the small airport on the outskirts of town when his hangar was. He glanced over to the main road and started laughing as soon as he saw bubbles floating in the air.
"Pilot, start up the plane. She's coming this way."
Brody could hear the music playing as the car moved his way. As Violet pulled up to the private airport, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Stepping from the car, she kicked the door shut. "Don't you dare say a word. I can't get the stupid Mariachi music to stop. It's like a fiesta going on in my car and the drive here was brutal. Your directions were no help. I think he has the dang thing bugged because when the music started, coupons from Taco Bell popped out of the console like candy coming out of a pinata."
"Haha, what?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!