TITLE: The Paper Crane
GENRE: Adult Upmarket women's fiction
When I said, “Go as fast as you can,” I didn’t expect the cabbie to drive like Jackie Chan. He raced along the highway and swerved past a red light while horns blasted behind us. Clutching my seat, I cursed myself for that foolhardy instruction. My appointment with the diva queen wasn’t worth dying for.
He slammed his foot on the brakes. The tires squealed and we juddered to a halt.
Barely ten in the morning, Yee Wo Street was packed with vendors hawking everything from clothing and accessories to handicraft. Bargain hunters – locals and tourists alike – thronged the pathway.
I braved through the crowd with practiced reflexes, yelling a well-known Cantonese phrase, “Hot water. Hot water.”
Inside the Wah Hing building – a structure as old as the colonial relics on the Shanghai Bund – the security guard immersed in Master Wong’s Sure Win Horse Racing Manual failed to notice my presence. Hah. If Master Wong had a sure win formula, wouldn’t he be frolicking with bikini-clad chicks on his yacht, sipping martinis and laughing at us mortals in the rat race?
I rode the elevator to the tenth floor.
The cleaning lady was polishing our office door so no one would miss the fading words: Z Entertainment Talent Agency.
I cleared my throat. “Morning, Joanne.”
“Ah, Kirsten, that hand cream you gave me worked like a charm. See, my hands are smoother now.”
“Great. I’ll get you another jar.” My sister had an endless supply of freebies from her firm.