door. Plan B was a go.
âThanks for coming in,â I said, squeezing between them and taking the power seat behind my desk.
They filed inside looking a little confused, and sat in the three chairs Iâd swiped earlier from the conference room down the hall.
Max seemed a little nervous about being here, as if SWAT might crash through my window any second and arrest meâalong with the three of them, simply for sitting here. Ray seemed like one of those guys who was never upsetâno matter what. He was thirty, maybe, and slender, and looked as if his mother dressed him. Tina had a few miles on her. Mid-forties, a bad dye job, and an expression that said sheâd seen it all, more than once, and expected to see it all again.
âIâm heading up corporate events now,â I said, âwhich makes me in charge of office morale, among other things.â
I gave them a bright smileâa key element in Plan Bâjust as if I really loved the position and hadnât felt hopelessly lost since I set foot in the office.
âSo first of all, I want to make sure all of you are feeling good about being here and are adjusting well,â I said.
They all mumbled that things were fine. They wouldnât, of course, say anything else, since everybody wanted to keep their job.
âTo be sure youâre included in all the corporate events in a manner thatâs comfortable for you,â I said, âIâd like you to fill this out.â
I passed out the form Iâd generated on my computer earlier. The three of them looked it over.
âYou want our home address?â Ray asked. âAnd our spouseâs name?â
I cranked up the wattage on my Queen of Morale smile.
âYou never know when Dempsey Rowland is going to surprise you with something cool delivered right to your home,â I said. âAnd if thereâs a special event in your honor here at work, we want your wives, husbands, and significant others to be invited.â
Tina eyed the form. âYou want to know our favorite color?â
âAnd what kind of ice cream we like?â Max asked, as if it were some sort of mounting conspiracy.
Honestly, I couldnât have cared less. Iâd just thrown those questions in for cover.
âI want to personalize your birthday celebrations,â I said, smiling even wider now.
âThis is too much,â Tina declared. She sat back in her chair and folded her arms. âBad enough I need some security clearance just to do admin work.â
There were several levels of security clearances, depending on what project you were assigned to and what your specific duties wereâI know this because my dad is an aerospace engineer and has yammered on about it my entire life. It sounded as if Tinaâs clearance was lower than that of the rest of us, making her more reluctant to conform to my totally fabricated Plan B.
Not goodâfor me.
So what could I do but turn up the heatâand not on my Iâm-a-really-nice-person smile.
âIf youâre refusing to cooperate, Tina,â I said, in my now-youâre-in-trouble voice, âyouâll have to sign a different form stating why youâre not willing to divulge this information. Iâll have to present it to H.R. where it will be placed in your permanent record.â
Max and Ray eased sideways in their chairs, distancing themselves from Tina. She stewed for another minute, then mumbled something under her breath, picked up her pen, and started writing.
They all made quick work of completing their forms, then left my office. I fell back in my chair.
Jeez, whoâd have thought corporate eventsâcoupled with Plan Bâcould be so exhausting?
Really, at that moment, Iâd had enough of Dempsey Rowland. How did anybody sit in an office all day? Especially in the early afternoon on a Friday?
I took care of a couple of things, then grabbed my purse and left.
C HAPTER 9
I
Mark Helprin
Dennis Taylor
Vinge Vernor
James Axler
Keith Laumer
Lora Leigh
Charlotte Stein
Trisha Wolfe
James Harden
Nina Harrington