Winds of Change
Part 13
It
was long past dark as Dar piloted the boat back into the harbor, the engines
rumbling softly as she made her way between the lines of yachts to either
side.
There
were a few people still out on the piers, some coiling up hoses, others moving
boxes of supplies from the land onto the boats, and there was a cascade of
light but curiously musical clanking of the riggings as the boats moved
slightly on the tide.
Their
slip was one of the outer ones, and Dar had no problem maneuvering the boat
into it, cutting the engines and sliding in a little sideways as they eased
against the bumpers and Kerry hopped off to tie them up.
It
was quiet once she shut power down,
the soft creak of the wooden pilings and the scuff of KerryÕs footsteps
sounding loud and distinct.
Dar relaxed a moment, flexing her hands out and letting them rest on her
thighs before she got up from the console and turned to head down the ladder.
At
the top of it she paused, hearing her pocketed cell phone start to ring. She
pulled it out and answered it. ÒHello?Ó
ÒHello,
Dar?Ó
She
hesitated. ÒYesÉ Jacques?Ó
There
was a faint sigh on the other end. ÒYes, it is me. May we speak for a moment?Ó
Dar
went back over to the console and sat down. ÒSure.Ó She said. ÒSo long as youÕre not calling
me to threaten me with a lawsuit, in which case IÓll give you my lawerÕs number
or call me an asshole.Ó
Jacques
chuckled briefly. ÒNo, it is
neither. Though I am sure you know
my colleagues wish nothing better than to try and throw some legal trouble your
way.Ó
ÒNice
thanks for a job well done.Ó Dar remarked dryly. ÒHope they all step off a
cliff and croak.Ó
He
sighed again. ÒLet us put that aside for a time as at this moment there are
other things occupying their attention. I suppose you know what is going on?Ó
Dar
leaned back and considered. ÒYes.Ó
She said, briefly. ÒI know whatÕs going on. But if youÕre wondering if I had
anything to do with it the answer is no.Ó
ÒNo,
we know that.Ó Jacques responded, surprisingly. ÒIf that was the case, so much as I respect
you there would already be legal filings in process. You understand?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
ÒSo
there has been an investigation, yes?
In no way was it found out that you had any part in this massive
failure.Ó He said. ÒIn that, you
did not participate, that is what
is understood. Ò
Kerry
climbed up onto the flying bridge and paused, looking questioningly at her.
ÒTrouble?Ó
Dar
shrugged. ÒJacques.Ó She mouthed
silently.
Kerry
rolled her eyes. ÒGoing to take the dogs in and get dinner.Ó She patted DarÕs leg and retreated
down the steps again.
ÒOkay,
so why the phone call then?Ó Dar asked. ÒJacques, honestly, IÕm sorry someone
screwed things up so colossally, no
one wanted that.Ó
ÒYes,
I knew you would think so.Ó Jacques said. ÒThe mistake that was made, was
underestimating your influence. So
let me ask you a few questions if I may do so?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Jacques
paused to compose himself. ÒThis thing that went wrong, do you think it was a
thing done on purpose?Ó
DarÕs
brows contracted a little. ÒNot sure what you mean.Ó She said. ÒIf someone went
in and made changes, sure that was on purpose. ItÕs very hard to accidentally
log yourself into a device and type things into it. Ò
ÒNo,
no, yes I understand that the action was purposeful.Ó Jacques said. ÒBut do you
think that the intent, the changes being made, were done on purpose to cause us
harm?Ó
Oh.
Completely different question. ÒAh. You mean, was the change done to screw
things up on purpose?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒHave
no clue.Ó Dar said, honestly. ÒFrom what I heard, it was done to put someoneÕs
mark up. You know what that means?Ó
ÒNot
so much.Ó
Dar
considered. ÒThereÕs a lot of me in those systems.Ó She clarified. ÒSeemed to
me like someone wanted to take that out and put their own stamp on it.Ó
ÒAh.Ó
ÒSo,
was it done on purpose? Sure. But was it done maliciously?Ó Dar shrugged. ÒI
donÕt know the guy and I donÕt want to guess at his motives. Seems like a stupid, and very public
screw up though.Ó
Jacques
considered that in silence for a moment. ÒThe investigation, it was just finished
earlier and the report I was given said there was bad intent in the action.Ó
Dar
folded her arms and leaned back against the console. ÒMaking the change I could
believe was honest desire to take my rep down.Ó She said. ÒBut making it
impossible to go back? Either that was ego way larger than mine, Jacques, or..
yeah, maybe there was something behind it.Ó
Jacques
grunted softly.
He
was one of the few board members Dar liked. She had developed a respect for his
practicality, and what sheÕd felt was an honest desire to simply attend to
business, caring more about share value and making money than any politics
behind it.
ÒWhat
are you going to do, Jacques?Ó Dar asked, after a long silence.
ÒI
have taken the chairmanÕs slot, yes?Ó
He said. ÒAfter some contention.Ó
Dar
could only imagine that. Jacques had been one of AlastairÕs biggest allies on
the board. ÒWould have liked to
have seen that dogfight.Ó
He
chuckled dryly again. ÒI believe
you can fix this problem, yes? Ò
ÒProbably.
But IÕm not going to.Ó Dar responded, a little surprised to hear herself say
the words. ÒThat would be bad for both of us.Ó
ÒYes,
exactly so.Ó He agreed in a mild tone. ÒI had no intention of asking you to do
so. Which I would think maybe surprises you?Ó
ÒDepends
on how desperate I think you are.Ó Now it was DarÕs turn to chuckle a little.
ÒCÕmon, Jacques. You didnÕt call me just to pass the time of day.Ó
He
cleared his throat. ÒTo be sure, I did call just to advise you of my new
position.Ó He said, in a careful tone. ÒAnd also, to see if you would speak
with me and not just hang up the telephone.Ó
ÒI
would never do that Jacques. You were always fair with me.Ó Dar said. ÒIÕm glad
you took charge. YouÕve got an even hand and youÕve been in the mix a long
time.Ó She pushed off the console and went to the rail, looking out over the
harbor.
ÒYou
were very close with Alastair.Ó Jacques said. ÒHe continually defended you, and
thatÕs what was the reason for his leaving. Ò
ÒAnd
HamiltonÕs IÕm guessing.Ó Dar said.
ÒNow
that is an interesting story. Hamilton was let go yes, because he refused to
follow the boardÕs directions. ButÉ
Ò Jacques paused. ÒHe is also a large stockholder, and threatened to bring suit
against the board if they brought suit against you.Ó
Dar
was charmed. ÒGood for him.Ó
ÒSo
this brings me to the real reason for this conversation.Ó Jacques said. ÒI would like to ask you
for your opinion. I would like you
tell me, Dar, what you would do if you were in my position, to resolve all
these difficulties.Ó
ÒHuh.Ó
ÒWe
have many people who have left. We have systems that are not doing well. We
have customers who are very upset at is, and contracts at risk. What would you do to resolve that?Ó
Dar
was silent for a few minutes, thinking.
ÒYou need those people who left more than you need anyoneÕs egos, or to
save face.Ó She said, finally.
ÒYouÕll never get them back if you keep your new guys. Get rid of them,
and call the people who walked out and ask them to come back. Including
Hamilton.Ó
ÒIt
would be very difficult for me to get the backing enough to do that.Ó Jacques
sounded regretful. ÒThere is quite a lot of pride involved.Ó
ÒMoney
trumps pride.Ó Dar said, bluntly. ÒThey want to lose money? They keep going down this route youÕll
lose everything. One of your
customers has already called me and said they were thinking of terminating your
contracts.Ó
ÒDo
they want to offer them to you?Ó
ÒYes,
but I donÕt want them. ItÕs not the direction I want my new company to go.Ó Dar
told him honestly. ÒI would rather you repair that relationship and keep them.Ó
Jacques
sighed. ÒYour opinion in fact walks side by side with mine. I just do not know that I can make this
collection of people on the board go along with it. Ò He said. ÒDar, I thank
you for taking your time on this Saturday night to speak with me. I wish you good luck with your new
enterprise, though it seems to me you donÕt need it as you are doing quite
well.Ó
ÒWe
are.Ó Dar said. ÒAt the rate weÕre going, weÕre going to be able to hire all
the people who walked out on you so if youÕre smart, get those board asses
turned around before you lose the chance to make things right.Ó
He
chuckled softly. ÒDo you need an investor?Ó
ÒWhen
weÕre ready for that, I know who to call.Ó Dar replied,. ÒGotta go. I just
parked my boat and itÕs getting nippy out here. Ò
ÒThank
you, Dar. I canÕt say I will be able to follow your advice, but itÕs good to
have it. Ò Jacques said. ÒGood night to you, and please give my regards to your
housemate.Ó
Housemate. Dar pinched the bridge of her nose. ÒWell,
IÓve heard her called worse. I will.Ó She said. ÒGood night, Jacques. Good luck.Ó
She
hung up the phone and stuck it in her pocket, before she closed the weather
proofing around the console and retreated back down onto the main deck. She checked the door to make sure
it was locked, then she hopped off the boat and onto the dock, walking along
the wooden pier past the rows of gently bobbing yachts.
As
she came up onto the marina side, she detoured past the path leading back to
the condo and went into the little island store instead.
ÒGood
evening, maÕam.Ó The cashier greeted her as she entered. ÔWe have fresh stone
crabs, and hand churned chocolate ice cream today.Ó
Dar
paused, and eyed her. ÒYou sure have us pegged.Ó She remarked, with a
smile. ÒGive me a pound of each.Ó
ÒYesÕm.Ó
The cashier smiled back, a fresh faced young girl with dark streaked blond hair
pulled back into a neat pony tail. ÒWe like to keep track of our nicer
residents.Ó
Dar
brought the box of dog biscuits up to the counter and put it down, waiting as
the cashier put together a goodie
bag for her. ÒAre there residents who arenÕt nice?Ó
ÒOh
sure.Ó The girl put the bag on the counter and took DarÕs residentÕs card,
sliding it into her system. ÒI mean, there are all kinds of people everywhere,
you know what I mean?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Dar took her card back. ÒIÕve run
into some idiots here. But most
everyone minds their own business.Ó
ÒMost
people do, but some people act like because they live here, it gives them carte
blanche to treat everyone who works on the island like servants. WeÕre not.Ó
Dar
blinked. ÒDo they?Ó
ÒThey
do. A man was in here about twenty minutes ago.Ó The girl said, obviously
remembering with irritation. ÒHe
got all ticked off at me because we didnÕt have fresh goats milk.Ó She handed
over DarÕs package. ÒHe
actually took a bottle of the stuff we had and threw it against the wall. Can
you believe it?Ó
Dar
took her items and shook her head. ÒThere are jerks in the world.Ó She said.
ÒThat seems like a crazy thing to get mad about though.Ó
The
girl shrugged. ÒHeÕs rich.Ó She said. ÒHis family owns like ten properties, and
they go from one to the other. HeÕs got a big sailboat, and a personal
assistant. His nameÕs Grossner
– do you know him?Ó
ÒNope.Ó
Dar said. ÒI donÕtÕ think we travel in the same circles.Ó She smiled. ÒI
actually work for a living.Ó
ÒRight?Ó The girl waved. ÒGood night maÕam. Have a nice weekend.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó
Dar pushed the door open and started down the path, with a thoughtful
expression. The gravel crunched
under her sandals, and she hooked the bag by one finger and slung it over her
shoulder.
How
narrow a life did you need to have to worry about goats milk? She pondered that as she passed between
the ring of trees and started to cut across the golf course towards their
home. Or was that a different
perspective you got when you had so much that worrying about the basics of life
never happened, and so you focused on the sharp points of tiny details.
Was
that part of what was wrong with the board members? Dar began to whistle softly under her
breath. Had they become so used to constant success and plenty that being faced
with what amounted to corporate mutiny left them unable to figure out what to
do, so what they did was flail around and fire bullets in a circle hoping to
hit something that would make them feel better?
Hm.
She
heard the soft chatter of the sprinklers on the course and glanced ahead to see
if they were going to douse her. The path ahead was clear of
water, but there were two tall figures moving in her direction and she shifted
to one side of the gravel to make space for them to pass.
ÒIÕm
telling you, Tom, that kid was asking for it.Ó One of the men was saying as
they came even with her. He glanced briefly up at Dar, then lifted a hand.
ÒEvening.Ó
ÒEvening.Ó
Dar responded cordially, moving past.
ÒYeah,
she might have been, but you should keep in check, Billy.Ó The man said as they
moved away. ÒThis is a small place.
Word gets around.Ó
ÒLike
I could care? WeÕll just pay whoeverÕs in charge off. IÕm going to go get what
was coming to me.Ó The voices
echoed softly, trickling back to DarÕs ears from where sheÕd come to a halt on
the path.
Coincidence?
Or was that goatÕs milk boy on his
way to bring more trouble to the kid in the store.
Dar
regarded the sky overhead with a somber look, then she smiled a little,
acknowledging that old crusader label maybe wasnÕt so far off after all. With a sigh, she turned around and
started after the men, pulling out her Handspring and typing in a brief message
as she walked.
**
She
got to the door and pushed through it just as the shorter man was reaching
across the counter and grabbing the cashierÕs blouse, twisting his fingers into
the fabric and yanking her close to him.
ÒHey!Ó She barked, as both men turned at the
sound of the door and a moment later the man released the girl and stepped
back. ÒWhat the hell are you doing, buddy?Ó
The
taller man stepped back uncertainly, looking at the door and edging towards it.
ÒJust a misunderstanding.Ó He said. ÒNo problem here, lady.Ó
ÒFuck
that.Ó The shorter man came at her. ÒNone of your fucking business, you bitch.
Get the fuck out of my way.Ó He reached to shove her and Dar reacted
instinctively, swinging her arm around to block him and forgetting what she had
in her grasp.
The
ice cream and crab smacked him in the side of the head and he reeled backwards,
stumbling to one side and crashing into the counter.
The
other man took off, bolting out the door.
Dar
dropped the bag and got over her center of balance, bringing her hands up into
a defensive position as the other man shoved off from the counter, sending bags
of potato chips flying all over the floor.
He
pulled his hand back and curled it into a fist and then paused, taking in the
still, balanced posture, and unafraid expression of the woman opposite him.
ÒIÕm
calling security, Ms. Roberts.Ó The cashier called out.
ÒGet
out of my way.Ó The man came at her, and swung, and Dar ducked out of his way
and let him go past. He
walked rapidly away and yanked the door open, nearly smashing full into Kerry
who was coming it with some speed.
Dar
felt every hair on her arms lift up as he reached out to push Kerry and
then next thing she knew she was
hauling him down from behind and
turning with his arm in her grasp, yanking him backwards and pulling him over
to the ground. ÒDonÕt you touch her.Ó
He
twisted in her grasp but Dar felt her temper snap and she got a knee hard into
his groin, then slammed her elbow into his chin and knocked his head backwards.
He
stumbled and went down and she almost went after him, but then she backed off,
as Kerry got in next to her, breathing hard.
ÒWhat
in the hell is going on here?Ó Kerry asked.
ÒSecurityÕs
comingÓ The cashier came out from behind the counter. ÒThanks a bunch, Ms.
Roberts. This dumbass said he was
going to take me into the cooler and teach me a lesson.Ó
The
door opened and two uniformed security guards came in. ÒWhats the deal here?Ó
The nearer one asked, giving Dar and Kerry a glance. ÒLadies.Ó
ÒHello,
Charles.Ó Kerry responded. ÒIt
seems this guy was causing a problem in here.Ó
The
man got to his knees. ÒEveryone here is gonna pay out the ass for this.Ó He
said. ÒIÕll sue every single one of youÓ He glared at the cashier. ÒEspecially
you, little cunt. I didnÕt do anything to you. I was just talking to you.Ó
Kerry
looked at him, then at Dar. ÒI donÕt think you hit him hard enough, hon.Ó She
remarked mildly. ÒI donÕt know who you are, mister, but my partner doesnÕt
smack around people for no reason.Ó
He
stared at both of them. ÒOh, thatÕs righ. YouÕre the queers my brother was
talking about. ThatÕll make an even
better lawsuit.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
The security supervisor said. ÒLetÕs just settle down and weÕll do a report.Ó
ÒScrew
that. Ó The man got up and shoved past them. ÒYou canÕt hold me here you
rentacops. You want anything from
me call my office.Ó He walked out
the door, still a little hunched. ÒYouÕll be hearing from my lawyer in the
morning.Ó
Charles
sighed. ÒCan I get some info from you ladies?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Dar sat down on one of the stools near the small lunch counter, pausing the
pick up the bag and putting it down on the counter surface. ÒWasnÕt the way I
was looking for this night to go.Ó
ÒIÓll
put these in the coolerÓ The
counter girl said. ÒAnd, thanks,
Ms. Roberts. I mean that really.
That guy was scaring the crap out of me and I didnÕt even have a chance
to grab a radio.Ó
Kerry
leaned her elbow on her partnerÕs shoulder. ÒCrusader Dar.Ó
ÒI
knew you were going to say that.Ó Dar muttered. ÒListen, Charles – if heÕs going
to call a lawyer, we probably better get Metro-Dade over here.Ó
Charles
sighed. ÒDo we have to?Ó He asked. ÒListen, Ms. Roberts, That guyÕs nothing but a jerk. HeÕs
already sued Mrs. Christoff for her dog barking, and Doctor Ed for washing his
car too early in the morning.
HeÕs a pain in the ass, but itÕs usually a bullshit pain in the ass if
you know what I mean.Ó
ÒYou
saying heÕs just a spoiled white rich boy?Ó Kerry asked, with a wry twinkle in her eyes. ÒAs in, someone
my father would have wanted me to marry?Ó
Charles
shrugged sheepishly.
ÒHeÕs
a jerk.Ó Christie said, having put the bag in the freezer. ÒHe was in here before, making
trouble about some milk. I was telling Ms. Roberts about it.Ó
The
security guard nodded, making some notes.
ÒSo then he left?Ó
ÒHe
did.Ó
ÒHe
and his buddy were coming across the golf course path.Ó Dar said. ÒI heard him saying to his buddy he was
going to come here and make trouble and so I followed him.Ó
Charles
eyed her. ÒYou coulda called us.Ó
ÒI
could have.Ó Dar agreed. ÒIn fact, I should have. But I didnÕt, and when I came
in here he had Kristie by the neck and was about to pull her over the counter.Ó
Both
security guards looked over at the cashier, who nodded in confirmation.
ÒWasnÕt
going to stand there and let them.Ó Dar said. ÒI yelled and told them to stop,
and then that jackass came at me.Ó
ÒWas
he drunk?Ó Charles wondered. ÒGuy gets caught doing something like
that, he should just beat it.Ó
ÒWell,
he didnÕt. He swung at me and I went to block him and smacked him in the head
with the bag I was carryingÓ Dar said. ÒSo he got clocked with a pound of stone
crabs and a lump of chocolate ice cream.Ó
Kerry
eyed her. ÒWas that dinner, Dardar?Ó
ÒOuch.Ó
Charles commiserated. ÒIÕve been hit with lobster tails. Hurts.Ó He scribbled a note. ÒSo then?Ó
ÒThen
I let him past me and he hit the door.Ó
ÒAnd
hit me.Ó Kerry said. ÒAnd Dar hauled him back like he was a sack of wheat and
kicked him in the nuts for that.Ó
She gave her spouse an affectionate look.
ÒAh.Ó
Charles said. ÒWell, Ms Roberts, chances are that guyÕs gonna file charges
against you, and Kristie, and probably me, because heÕs got more money than
sense. But Kristie here.. youÕll
step up and testify?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Kristie agreed at once. ÒListen, my dadÕs not going to like hearing about this
guy, and if he knows whatÕs good for him heÕll just keep out of here. He
doesnÕt want to mess with my father.Ó She glanced at Dar and Kerry. ÒHe owns this place.Ó
ÒThe
store?Ó Kerry asked.
ÒThe
island.Ó Kristie smiled. ÒHe owns the development company. We live here. He just never believed in raising us
kids to be rich feckless brats.Ó
Revelation. Kerry smiled at her. ÒYou going to
college?Ó
Kristie
shook her head. ÒNot my thing. I
like to do graphic artistry. Dad says heÕll maybe hire me to design our ad
copy.Ó
ÒYou
like computers?Ó
ÒWant
a job?Ó Dar and Kerry said at the
same time, and then exchanged looks.
ÒOkay
folks, can I just finish here before we start something else?Ó Charles begged. ÒSo thatÕs all that happened? Then we came in?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
Dar said. ÒSorry to ruin your night, fellas.Ó
The
other security guard grinned briefly at her. ÒIÕve seen you in the gym, Ms.
Roberts. Sorry we missed the dust up. KristieÕs right. That guyÕs
nothing but stupid bad news.Ó
ÒSo
are we going to call the police?Ó Kerry asked. ÒWe have a lawyer, but IÕd
rather not have to use him for this.Ó
ÒLet
me have my boss go talk to that guy.Ó Charles said. ÒIÕm thinking, heÕs pretty
new around here. Been here only three months. He probably doesnÕt know who
Kristie is.Ó He gave the girl a smile. ÒSheÕs right. He donÕt want her daddy to
get involved. HeÕs got a temper.Ó
ÒOkay
by me.Ó Dar said. ÒYou guys handle it.
IÕve got stone crab and ice cream to get home.Ó
The
guards left, talking in low tones together and looking at the pad of
notes. The door closed behind them
and the three women were momentarily silent.
ÒOkay,
so.Ó Kerry finally cleared her throat. ÒSorry that had to go down. It was a really cool Saturday before
that.Ó She said. ÒWant to get home and get the salt water out of your hair?Ó
ÒThat
was really cool.Ó Kristie said. ÒDonÕt worry about that guy. My dadÕll take
care of him.Ó She added, confidently.
ÒHe knows about you.Ó
DarÕs
brows lifted. ÒWeÕre computer
nerds.Ó
She
nodded. ÒYeah, he knows that, but I also heard him telling someone.. I guess
someone had a problem with your dog?
Or something? The gym maybe? Anyway he told them to shut up and leave
you alone.Ó
Dar
still looked surprised.
ÒYou
have some contacts with the government?Ó Kristie prompted.
ÒAh.Ó Kerry smiled. ÒYes, we do have some
contacts with the government. So
anyway, Kristie – you interested in a career in computers? We run a
consulting company and we sure could use some help in the media department.Ó
Kristie
made a face. ÒItÕs kind of gross for me to say this, but I donÕt think my dad
would let me.Ó
KerryÕs
eyebrows shot right up.
ÒHe
doesnÕtÕ like gay people.Ó The girl said, in a matter of fact tone. ÒSo like I said, he knows about you
guys, but heÕd really go apeshit if I said I was going to work for you. I think
heÕd think you were recruiting me, you know?Ó
Dar
blinked a few times, then shrugged. ÒHis loss.Ó She said, ÒAnd maybe yours.Ó
ÒAre
you mad?Ó Kristie looked wistfully at them. ÒI donÕt want you to be, I just donÕt
want to lie about it.Ó
ÒWe
appreciate that.Ó Kerry recovered her balance. ÒBut tell your dad to do himself a favor
and never say anything like that to her dad.Ó She indicated Dar. ÒHe wonÕt care if he owns this place.Ó
Kristie
cocked her head to one side. ÒIs that the tall guy, Andy?Ó
ÒThatÕs
my dad.Ó Dar said. ÒHeÕs a retired Navy SEAL, and IÕm his only kid.Ó She
glanced at Kerry. ÒWell, his only blood kid.Ó
Kerry
smiled at her. ÒAnyway, no hard feelings, Kristie.Ó She said. ÒMy father felt the same way
about gay people. He went to his
grave hating me for it.Ó She leaned
on DarÕs shoulder. ÒThatÕs why IÕm glad I found Dar and her family.Ó
Kristie
nodded, looking more serious. ÒHe just is like that.Ó She said. ÒItÕs not a
religious thing, he just thinks a family should be a man, and a woman and
kids.Ó She glanced at the clock.
ÒAnd, itÕs time for me to close this place up before any more weird stuff happens.Ó
They
got up and Kerry retrieved their bag, then tucked her arm inside DarÕs as they
headed for the door. ÒNight.Ó She glanced back at
Kristie. ÒHope that guy doesnÕt
give you any more trouble.Ó
Kristie
herself looked troubled, but she waved. ÒNight.Ó
They
made their way out of the store and headed once more along the path toward
their home. ÒYuk.Ó Dar said, after a pause. ÒThat didnÕt end the way I figured
it would.Ó
Kerry
shrugged slightly. ÒPeople are like that.Ó She acknowledged. ÒitÕs just getting
more evident I think. Ò
ÒYuk.Ó
Dar repeated. ÒMy conversation with Jacques was more interesting. He took charge of the board. Seems like thereÕs a big fight going on
there.Ó
ÒBig
surprise.Ó Kerry said. ÒYou give him any advice?Ó
ÒYes.
But I doubt heÕs going to be able to take it.Ó Dar said, with a sigh. ÒItÕs not
our issue anymore. LetÕs go have some crabs and chill out.Ó
Kerry
accepted the change of subject and remained quiet for the rest of the short
walk, pondering the stars visible over the tops of the buildings as she thought
about the eveningÕs surprises.
Yuk,
about covered it.
**
The
next day, it rained. Kerry was very
content to watch the heavy clouds disburse their contents across the seawall as
she stood at the kitchen window, enjoying an early morning cup of coffee.
She
could hear Dar playing with the dogs in the living room, and there were
cartoons playing on the television to complete the background noise.
The
kitchen floor had towels on it, mopping up from the wet dog footprints and she
carefully stepped over them as she went back into the main part of the house.
Dar
was sitting on the floor, legs
sprawled out with a knotted towel in her hands being tugged at by both
Labradors.
It
was adorable. She put her cup down
and grabbed her camera, focusing quickly and snapping a few shots of the
action. ÒYou guys are hilarious.Ó
ÒIÕm
not sure who MochaÕs helping more.Ó Dar watched the puppy get in ChinoÕs way,
then grab the end hanging from the bigger LabÕs mouth and hung off it.
ÒGrowf!Ó Chino let go and barked at him in
outrage.
Kerry
chuckled, perching on the back of the loveseat. ÒYou all set for the conference?Ó
ÒYup.Ó
Dar rolled onto her back and let the dogs clamber all over her. ÒGot the demo done too. Going to spend the rest of today just
relaxing.Ó
ÒIÕm
up for that.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒItÕs going to rain all day, and IÕm
going to enjoy it, now that I sent an email to Richard warning him about little
Billy Jacktard.Ó
ÒPeh.Ó
Kerry
put the camera down and joined them on the floor, grabbing the towel and
waiting for Mocha to latch onto it.
ÒWhat are you doing there, little man?Ó
ÒGrrrr
yap!Ó Mocha tugged fiercely at the
fabric.
Chino
plopped down next to Dar and put her head down on DarÕs shoulder, exhaling and
stirring the dark hair on the side of her face.
ÒHey
Chi.Ó Dar curled an arm around the dog. ÒWhat are you up to, huh?Ó
Chino
licked her ear, making itÕs owner
chuckle.
Kerry
played with Mocha for a minute,
then glanced at her partner. ÒI was thinking of making a big pot of barley
soup. You up for that?Ó
Dar
peered past ChinoÕs furry body at her. ÒWhatever you make, IÕm up for.Ó She
said. ÒYou have yet to produce something out of that kitchen that I havenÕt
liked.Ó
ÒIs
that true?Ó Kerry pondered. ÒIÕve made some kooky things in there.Ó
ÒItÕs
true. I grew up on a Navy base.Ó Dar said. ÒAnd you know how my mother cooks.Ó
ÒHmm.
So are you saying youÕll eat anything, and so whatever I make is okay?Ó KerryÕs
eyes twinkled at her.
ÒI
wonÕt eat anything.Ó Dar evaded the question. ÒYou know that.Ó
No
that was true. Kerry edged over so she could lay down and put her head on DarÕs
stomach. ÒDar, can I tell you
something?Ó
ÒThat
stuff last night is still bothering you.Ó Dar responded confidently.
Kerry
looked at her.
ÒThe
part about us being gay.Ó Dar clarified. ÒI donÕt usually care about that, but
it bothered me too.Ó She
acknowledged. ÒIÕve lived here for years.
YouÕve lived here for years.
Finding out people donÕt
like our lifestyle is like sandpaper on the ass.Ó
ÒNo,
itÕs not that.Ó Kerry said. ÒI always assumed there were people who didnÕt like
it. But that everyone now feels so comfortable saying that does kind of bother
me. ItÕs become okay to diss our relationship in public.Ó
ÒKer,
it always was.Ó Dar said. ÒCÕmon. ItÕs only been a damn short time where anyoneÕs
accepted it.Ó
ÒMm.
It still feels weird.Ó Kerry said.
ÒIts like weÕve become a target, lately.Ó
Dar
studied her briefly. ÒDoes it make you uncomfortable living here?Ó
Kerry
was silent for a bit. ÒYou mean,
because the guy who owns the place doesnÕt like us?Ó
Dar
nodded.
Kerry
shrugged. ÒI donÕt know. Maybe IÕm just in a mood today.Ó She admitted. ÒWhy should it matter? WeÕve never even
met the guy. It makes me feel
a little weird about Kristie though.Ó
ÒMm.Ó
ÒDo
people really think we recruit?Ó Kerry
wondered. ÒLike weÕre some creepy vampire club or something?Ó
ÒSure.
DidnÕt your dad think I turned you gay?Ó
Dar asked, in a reasonable tone.
ÒPeople believe what they want to believe, and itÕs easier to think
someone is making your loved one change than it is to believe they were born
that way.Ó
Kerry
frowned. ÒYuk.Ó
Dar
ruffled her hair gently. ÒGo make
your soup, Ker. It is what it
is.Ó
It
was what it was. Kerry rolled onto
her side and then got up onto her hands and knees, leaning forward and giving
her partner a kiss on the lips.
Then she yelped as Mocha bit her on the toe and then grabbed the tail of
her old tshirt and started pulling it.
Hopefully
it would be a nice and quiet, rainy Sunday.
**
Dar
was in her office messing around with her demo when the doorbell rang. She glanced up to see Kerry cross the
living room to answer it, and wondered who the hell was calling on them this
late on a Sunday evening.
ÒOh
hi.Ó She heard Kerry say, then heard the sound of footsteps coming and the door
closing. Dar looked up to see the
entrance to her office filled with her partner and their two security friends
from the previous night. ÒHey Charles.Ó
ÒHi,
Ms. Roberts.Ó
Dar
leaned back and propped her knee up against the desk. ÒCÕmon in. What can we do
for you?Ó
The
two men came in, standing awkwardly until Kerry guided them to the sofa, then
went back behind DarÕs desk and leaned on the credenza behind it.
ÒOkay,
so.Ó Charles exhaled. ÒSorry to
bother you ladies so late. But we just finished all the paperwork and I wanted
to come over so we could tell you the low down.Ó
Kerry
extended her legs and crossed them at the ankles. Her reading of body language made her
think the message wasnÕt going to be all bad, and she produced a faint smile.
ÒWould you guys like some cold apple cider? I was just about to bring some in
here for Dar.Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Charles said, at once. ÒWe just walked all the way across the island. Gets you
thirsty.Ó
Kerry
eased past the desk and headed for the kitchen.
ÒSo.Ó
Charles cleared his throat. ÒThat guy, Billy, he kicked up a big fuss. He went to the island admin offices and
wanted to get them to throw you ladies right on out of here.Ó
Dar
blinked at him. ÒHe wanted to get us evicted?Ó She queried. ÒFor me defending
myself with shellfish?Ó
ÒNot
so much.Ó The guard captain said.
ÒHe said, it was a moral thing, you know?Ó
Dar
rolled her eyes as Kerry came back in with a tray. ÒYou know.Ó She eyed her partner.
ÒIÕd really like to know, in a graphic way, what breeders think we do with each
other thatÕs so different than what they do.Ó
Kerry
put the tray down and handed glasses out. ÒIÕm not even going to comment.Ó She took her cup and went back to
leaning against the credenza. ÒSo
what were they told? Since I know evicting us wouldnÕt be legal.Ó
Charles
nodded. ÒSo thatÕs what the association secretary said. That you ladies mind your own business
and donÕt hardly cause no trouble.Ó He said. ÒSo then he went in to talk to
Kristies dad, only he didnÕt know he was.Ó
ÒOh,
I can see this coming.Ó Dar covered her eyes with one hand.
ÒSo
Big Jim broke his arm.Ó The other
guard nodded. ÒThey took him off in
an ambulance.Ó
ÒThatÕs
right.Ó Charles said. ÒBroke his arm and his nose too. He shoulda stuck with you ladies. All he
got from that was a bump on the noggin.Ó
ÒWow.Ó
Kerry said. ÒSo – is he going to sue KristieÕs father now?Ó
ÒIÕm
thinking heÕs gonna be evicted himself. Ò Charles said. ÒBut I did hear Big Jim
say he was going to come talk to you
ladies so I thought I should let you know that.Ó He paused, looking a touch uncomfortable.
ÒHeÕs an old fashioned kind of guy.Ó
ÒHere
we go again.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒYou
know, itÕs not against the law to be a homosexual.Ó
Dar
cleared her throat. ÒNot so much with our variety no. But I think sodomy is
still illegal in Broward county.Ó
Kerry
covered her eyes, and the two guards blushed in embarrassment.
ÒAnyway,
he can come talk to us all he wants. But this place is paid off, and we own it,
and thereÕs not a damn thing he can do about it.Ó Dar said. ÒThanks for the
heads up though, guys. We appreciate it.Ó
The
guards finished their cider and got up. ÒWell, you ladies have a nice nightÓ
Charles said. ÒAnd keep out of trouble.Ó
Kerry
saw them to the door, then returned, dropping onto the couch with a frown. ÒIÕm
not sure I liked that conversation.Ó
ÒMm.
Ò Dar grunted. ÒHe really canÕt do anything to us.Ó
ÒNo,
I donÕt think so either, but itÕs just not cool, Dar.Ó
ÒNo.Ó
Her partner sighed . ÒItÕs really not.
Its not even cool that heÕd try it with that buttload. Guy has a right
to live where he wants to live – most he should do is file charges for
him grabbing Kristie.Ó
ÒYouÕre
defending him??Ó
ÒIÕm
saying he needs to be deal with via the legal system if thatÕs how you feel.
Kicking him off the island for what he did is the same as kicking us off for
being gay.Ó Dar said, in a mild tone.
ÒIÕm not saying I wouldnÕt cheer if he got tossed into Government Cut.Ó
ÒMm.Ó
Kerry sighed. ÒYeah.Ó
ÒLetÕs
wait to see what he says to us.Ó Dar said. ÒI can hold my own in any verbal ass
kicking contest.Ó
That
brought a smile to KerryÕs face. ÒAnd most other kinds.Ó She got up and
collected the cider cups. ÒIÕm
going to get in the hot tub. Interested?Ó
Dar
got up and flipped off the monitor, leaving it behind without a second glance.
ÒGo baby go.Ó
**
The
Coconut Grove convention center was small but stylish, and Kerry found herself
liking it a lot more than the Miami Beach facility which was huge and echoing
and gritty. She picked
up a cup of hot tea at the cafŽ and wandered over to the presentation area,
where Dar was getting ready to speak.
It
was all small companies. No one
probably knew who they were. Kerry
found that she liked the idea of that,
and she exchanged smiles with another woman about her age in a business
suit standing nearby.
There
were a lot of booths set up, representing a lot of small companies. Kerry had already earmarked three or
four she wanted to talk to, and she was planning a route through the hall after
she listened to DarÕs presentation.
Quite
a few people were gathering, and Kerry imagined she could feel her partnerÕs
nervousness building up, seeing the restless motion of her tall frame up behind
the podium.
Dar
wasnÕt fond of public speaking.
Kerry actually didnÕt mind it, and of the two of them, she was the
admitted more skilled. They both
knew that. But Dar had volunteered
for the event and if there was one thing that overwhelmed any nerves it was her
standing tall in defense of her own ego.
Kind
of adorable, actually. Kerry gave
her partner a thumbs up, and saw the rakish, wry grin that told her Dar knew
perfectly well what she was thinking about. Adorable, because Dar was, that glance
through the dark bangs right at her making Kerry smile in pure unconscious
reflex.
They
were both dressed relatively casually.
Slacks and collared shirts, in DarÕs case an embroidered vest and in KerryÕs a long sleeved sweater
she had draped around her shoulders
at the moment.
The
morning was half over, and theyÕd just come out of the keynote speech. Kerry
was of the opinion that Dar would have done a far better job at it, but sheÕd
clapped with the rest as the owner of the local television station went on
about innovation and the American dream.
Now
the crowd was settling down, and Kerry carried her cup of juice into the
auditorium, taking a seat in the back row which was a little elevated, and gave
her a view of her partner. Dar had
stepped up to the podium and was now standing there quietly, waiting for
everyone to focus on her.
Just
as they did Kerry felt her Handspring start to buzz, and she quickly removed it
and got up, ducking out of the room to answer it. ÒHey, Maria.Ó
ÒAh,
Kerrista.Ó MariaÕs voice came over the wire. ÒI am so sorry to disturb you at your
meeting, but there is a person here who is insisting on speaking with you. It
is a customer? Mayte has told me she thinks they are interested in doing a
program.Ó
ÒSure,
put them on.Ó Kerry positioned herself in the doorway so she could keep an eye
on Dar, finding another smile appearing as her partnerÕs rich and just slightly
melodic voice emerged from the microphone. ÒI didnÕt think information
technology was that sort of spur of the moment on demand thing, but you never
know.Ó
ÒSi,
you never do know.Ó Maria agreed. ÒPlease wait one moment.Ó
Kerry
watched Dar put her hands on the podium, knowing how much self control it was
taking for her to leave them there, and not fidget with them. Dar did that, when she was nervous. She
would flex her hands and crack her knuckles, stick her mitts in her pockets and
tap her thumbs on any flat surface.
She
gave Dar a thumbs up for her discipline, and got a smile back in return, along
with the slightest cock of the head that made her realize Dar was wondering
what she was doing on the phone.
Ah
well. ÒYes this is Kerry.Ó She said into the phone as a voice came on. ÒSorry,
itÕs a little loud here IÕm at the small business confÉ what?Ó
ÒYes,
hello? Kerry? Did you hear me?Ó The
voice said. ÒThis is Evelyn Chambers, from Dade County public schools? Ò
Kerry
paused and frowned, then shook her head a little. ÒYes.. um.. oh, right.Ó She
said. ÒWe met at the gym a while back.Ó
ÒRight. My sisterÕs son works for you here, and
he was talking about your company? We want to hire you. I mean, the school
system does. We were given a lot of
money to upgrade all the computers and we canÕt think of a better person to do
it than you.Ó
Kerry
pulled the Handspring away from her face and stared at it. Then she put it back
to her hear. ÒOkay, Evelyn – sure. IÕd be glad to talk to you about thatÉ
but you know weÕre not really hardware vendors.Ó
ÒBut
your new company is about computers, right?Ó
ÒWell,
sure. All the things we do generally involve computers but we donÕt É I mean,
letÕs talk about it.Ó Kerry said. ÒIÕll be in the office tomorrow morning, and
we can sit down and look at what you need, okay?Ó
ÒOh
butÉ could it be really early?Ó Evelyn said. ÒWeÕve got a meeting about the
budget at nine. Can I see you before then? I really want to have you ladies do
this because I am so freaking tired of the men in the office telling me only
guys can buy computers they are driving me out of my cotton picking mind!!!!Ó
Ah.
The lightbulb went off over KerryÕs head with an almost audible bing. ÒGotcha.
No problem, Evelyn, IÕd be glad to meet you at 7 or 8, or if you want, weÕll be
back in the office this afternoon after DarÕs speech so..Ó
ÒOh
perfect! IÕll go get some lunch and come back.Ó Evelyn sounded utterly
relieved. ÒSee you in a little while, Kerry! Thanks!!Ó
ÒUh..
no problem. Bye.Ó Kerry removed the handspring from her ear and peered at it,
then she put it back in her pocket and started back into the auditorium, only
to halt when she spotted Peter and Mark entering the building from the other
direction and looking around.
ÒOh,
bet thatÕs not good.Ó Kerry backpedaled and waved, and sure enough the two men
looked relieved on seeing her and headed quickly in her direction. ÒPoor Dar. Ò
**
ÒOkay,
so.Ó Mark had steered them all over to the snack area, where there were high
top tables he put his laptop down on. ÒPete, you want to start?Ó
ÒNot
really.Ó Peter looked glum. ÒMark said I should come over if they booted me,
and they did.Ó He said. ÒThere was some big huge blow up again today and that
big jerk came in and told me to clear out.Ó
ÒNo
problem, Peter. We said weÕd take
care of you and we will.Ó Kerry reassured him.
ÒThank
you, maÕam.Ó He looked a little more confident. ÒMy wife about gave birth prematurely
when I told her. She gave up her
job when she got pregnant and this whole things been near killing her.Ó He stuck his hands in his pockets. ÒI
donÕt even know what I did to tip the scales.. I didnÕt make any changes, you
know? I just gave them the configs and said what I though we should do.Ó
ÒThe
man you worked for is an absolute moron.Ó
Kerry said. ÒThey had one chance to turn it around. Dar even told the
board of directorÕs new head what to do. I guess they didnÕt do it.Ó
PeterÕs
ears visibly perked. ÒWhoa you know, maybe there was something going on
with that because that guy, Jeff, was totally torked off. He said something like if they think
they can just throw us out theyÕre mistaken or something like that.Ó
ÒHm.Ó
Kerry glanced up as she sensed DarÕs presence, to find her partner emerging
from the room and heading their way. ÒSave the story for Dar.Ó She said. ÒLet
me get her some milk looks like sheÕs going to need it. Ò
ÒI
could get a complex.Ó Dar looked from Mark to Peter. ÒWhatÕs going on?Ó She glanced behind her. ÒI have to go
back to finish a question and answer session.Ó
ÒPete
got booted, boss.Ó Mark got to the point.
ÒYou put a cat in the chicken coop? Sounds like they freaked out this
morning.Ó
Dar
cleared her throat. ÒI had a conversation with Jacques Monert.Ó She allowed.
ÒHe just took over the chairmanÕs position. Wanted to let me know about that.Ó
She put her hands on the hightop as Kerry came back with two large cups. ÒWhat happened?Ó
ÒHere.Ó
Kerry handed over the milk.
DarÕs
eyes grew round and alarmed. ÒHow bad is this, that you got me a quart of
milk?Ó
ÒWell,
that guy sounded really pissed off.Ó Peter said. ÒIt was like a tomb in there
this morning. There was only like five of us there and they threw us all out.Ó
Dar
put her hands on her hips. ÒThat leaves no one there to run the place.Ó
ÒExcept
the dorks.Ó Mark said. ÒMaybe weÕll be getting a bunch more customers along
with more employees.Ó
They
all looked at each other for a moment, then Kerry sighed. ÒIÕve got a bad
feeling about this.Ó
Dar
took a long swallow of milk. ÒLet me go do ten minutes of Q and A, and weÕll
get back to the office.
ÒJust
in case?Ó
ÒJust
in case.Ó
**
But
the afternoon was almost preternaturally quiet. Kerry munched her spicy chicken sandwich
at her desk, glancing at her email as she listened to Mayte talking to their
phone vendor in the outer office.
Or
really, her own office. Kerry thought about the open spaces they still had,
pondering whether or not to move Mayte out and into her own space. She was working on three projects now,
and it was probably time for her to get her an Dar an actual admin since theyÕd
promoted theirs.
ÒHey
Kerry.Ó Mark came in the door with a fistful of papers. ÒI got Pete through his
paperwork. You mind if I make him
my assistant?Ó
Kerry
swallowed hastily, and wiped her lips. ÒNot at all. YouÕre a director. Make him
a manager if you want to. WeÕve got more than enough projects to need one.Ó
Mark
nodded. ÒYeah, no kidding!Ó He sat down. ÒYou think theyÕre doing funky stuff
back at the old place? Or maybe
theyÕre just bringing in a whole new crew?Ó
ÒI
find it really hard to believe that theyÕd be doing something malicious.Ó Kerry
said. ÒI mean, itÕs a business, Mark.
They probably promised theyÕd turn everything around, and they wanted to
clear out anyone who could tell them any different.Ó
Mark
nodded. ÒThatÕs what I figure too.
Pete was the one who was pushing back on them. HeÕs pretty sharp. I
think heÕll be okay for us.Ó
ÒAnd
now that theyÕve done that, IÕm
fine with putting the word out to anyone who left there to come talk to us.Ó
Kerry decided. ÒWe canÕt hire
everyone, but with these four new contracts, and the Dade County schools thing,
we need bodies.Ó
ÒWill
do.Ó He got up and handed over the papers. ÒYou and the boss going up to the
Hill Wednesday? Maria said.Ó
ÒWeÕve
got to demo the database for the feds.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒNot the real thing, a mock up. Politics.Ó
ÒKinda
creepy.Ó
ÒKinda.
But worse comes to worse, Dar will tell them to kiss her ass, and we can not
worry about it. With this new business we donÕt really need it.Ó Kerry looked
at the folders on her desk. ÒItÕs a
lot of prestige but yeah. Creepy.Ó
ÒKerry?Ó
Mayte poked her head in. ÒThere is a reporter here to speak to you? ItÕs from
the paper.Ó
ÒSpeaking
of creepy.Ó Kerry muttered. ÒThat didnÕt work out so good last time.Ó She
drummed her fingers. ÒOkay, give me ten minutes to finish this and IÕll see
them.Ó
Mark
made a face and mimed tip toeing out of the room, almost bumping into Dar as
she appeared in the doorway between their offices. ÒWhoopsÓ
ÒGot
a reporter outside.Ó Kerry had her head propped against her fist as she chewed.
ÒGot
CNN on the phone wanting an interview.Ó Dar responded. ÒTrade?Ó
ÒNope.Ó
ÒWench.Ó
**
Dar
had her boots up on her desk, and her eyes closed, her hands folded over her
stomach. It was dark outside, and
the building was almost empty.
ÒKer?Ó
Kerry
poked her head in from her office. ÒWe got another fifteen minutes to wait for
CNN. Want some coffee?Ó
ÒUngh.Ó
ÒIÕll
take that as a yes. Be right back.Ó
Dar
remained where she was, just letting her mind to blank as she waited. The Herald request had been innocuous
– the small business editor had been at the conference and seen her
speak, then apparently had done a Google search and decided they might make an
interesting blurb.
Kerry
had handled it.
But
CNN wanted to know about the government project and that was far more dicey an
interview. It involved a film crew, and one of the high
profile talking heads, and she would really rather have dove into a vat of
peanut butter than go through it.
However. Dar could hear Mayte still rattling
around in the outer office, and there were creaks and footsteps that indicated
to her that others were still hanging around as well, the lure of television
cameras and quasi-famous people irresistible.
Peh.
Her
desk phone rang. She reached over and keyed it, still keeping her eyes closed.
ÒDar Roberts.Ó
ÒHello
Dar, Gerry Easton here.Ó
ÒHey
Gerry.Ó Dar responded. ÒWeÕll be
out there tomorrow night. Got a meeting with Bridges on Wednesday. You free for
dinner?Ó
ÒWell,
sure. Be happy to and I bet the missus will be happy to also. But thatÕs not
why IÕm calling. We got some big probems here, Dar, and I need you help.Ó
DarÕs
eyes slid open and she regarded the ceiling. ÒWhat kind of problems, Gerry? WeÕre
not actually doing anything for you yet.Ó
ÒItÕs
that other thing.Ó He said. ÒThe
connections. Ò
ÒAh.Ó
Dar slowly shifted her feet of the desk and sat up. ÒYou mean, the stuff ILS is
doing for you.Ó
ÒThatÕs
right. ItÕs all screwed up.Ó Gerry confirmed. ÒNow, I know you donÕt work for
them anymore, Dar, but weÕre in a pickle, and I mean a real dill pickle, if you
catch my drift. Been trying to call them all afternoon, no oneÕs answering the
phone.Ó
ÒOh
boy.Ó Dar muttered.
ÒAnything
you can do to help us out?Ó Gerry asked. ÒI got people chewing me up and down
over it. StuffÕs not working, we canÕt get reports, they cant send filesÉ Dar theyÕre driving me crazy. ItÕs been off and on, but just around
lunchtime it went down the tubes, yÕknow?Ó
Kerry
entered with some coffee, and spotting DarÕs expression quickly put it down on
the desk. ÒWhatÕs up?Ó She mouthed.
ÒGerry.Ó
Dar mouthed back. ÒNetwork problems.Ó
ÒOh
boy.Ó Kerry took a seat on the windowsill.
ÒGerry,
I donÕt know if thereÕs anything I can do but let me make some calls.Ó Dar
temporized. ÒAll the people I knew there are gone.Ó
ÒEh?
What?Ó
ÒLong
story.Ó Dar said. ÒLet me see what I can do. IÕll call you back.Ó
ÒAll
right. Anything at all you can come up with, huh Dar? This is really serious.Ó
Dar
sighed. ÒI know it is, Gerry. IÕll
get back to you. Bye for now.Ó She
hung up and swiveled to look at Kerry. ÒThey must have really screwed it.Ó She said. ÒRight around the time Peter
showed up here, it all went to hell.Ó
Kerry
folded her arms. ÒWont be long until that hits the news.Ó She said. ÒNot
necessarily the Pentagon, but everything else.Ó
ÒSurprised
it hasnÕt already.Ó Dar got up. ÒLet me call Jacques. HeÕs the only one I can
think of that might be able toÉ well, hell. I have no idea what heÕs going to
do but he should know his customers are calling me.Ó
Mayte
appeared in the entrance to DarÕs office. ÒThe news people are here.Ó She said.
ÒWhere do you want to speak with them? I think the conference room?Ó
Dar
and Kerry exchanged glances. ÒThatÕll be fine, Mayte. Let them set up in there.
WeÕve got to discuss something then weÕll be right down.Ó
Mayte
nodded and disappeared.
ÒIÕll
go keep them occupied.Ó Kerry said. ÒAre you going to offer to go fix it?Ó
Dar
shook her head.
ÔHope
we can swing that. Ò Kerry patted
her on the arm then headed for the door, shaking her own head as she
disappeared.
ÒYeah.Ó
Dar sat down on the edge of her desk and pulled her phone out again, keying
through the memory. She found the
number she was looking for and hit dial, holding it to her ear as she
waited. It range six times, then
voice mail picked up. ÒGreat.Ó
She
waited for it to finish and beep. ÒJacques, this is Dar. I just got a call from a mutual customer
of ours, saying his services with you were down and he wasnÕt able to get hold
of anyone to talk about it. HeÕs in a big non square office building in
DC. Just letting you know in
case you want to do something about it. Later.Ó
She
released the line, then studied the phone.
Was there anyone else she could really call?
Anything
else she could really do? Dar stood
up and shoved the phone into her pocket.
Was there anything she really wanted to do?
She
trotted down the steps, hearing voices in the conference room and seeing
shadows in the lower hall,
accompanied by the smell of electronics and duct tape, with a waft of
oil makeup on the fringes. She
paused for a moment to riffle her hair into some kind of fluffiness, then
forged ahead into the conference room. ÒEvening.Ó
There
was a man there, with a thin, angular face Dar thought she sort of
recognized, and two women who had
over the shoulder messenger bags with pens and pads and stopwatches hanging
from them on one side of the room
and two men with cameras and gear on the other side.
ÒAh,
Ms. Roberts.Ó The man half waved.
ÒYou probably donÕt remember me.Ó
ÒI
do.Ó Dar produced a smile. ÒYou interviewed me in New York.Ó She did remember that, in a hazy surreal
kind of way that most of the events were enfolded in. ÒWe talked about cupcakes.Ó
The
man grinned. ÒWe did.Ó He said. ÒSo weÕre a galaxy away from that moment huh?
YouÕre not with ILS anymore.Ó
ÒNope.Ó
Dar took a seat at the head of the table. ÒHung up my own shingle.Ó She
indicated the building around her.
ÒOkay,
Pete.Ó One of the women interrupted. ÒWhy donÕt you sit down here, and we can
shoot from that angle across the table.Ó
ÒSure.Ó
The interviewer amiably came around the table and sat down. He was wearing a
pair of jeans, and a leather jacket. ÒTo be honest, Ms. Roberts, that interview
with you got me interested in the technology biz. So now I do in depth stuff for CNN about
it. Nice change.Ó
Kerry
came over and sat down on the other side of Dar. ÒThis has been a nice change
for us too.Ó She said. ÒGetting to start everything from scratch and all that.Ó
The
cameramen busied themselves getting a tripod arranged behind PeteÕs shoulder,
and settled a camera on top of it, flicking on the battery packs that powered
up with a soft, faint whine. ÒWe
got sync to the truck?Ó One of them asked.
ÒEyup..
got a signal back to base.Ó The
other responded. ÒCathy, weÕre good.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó The producer put her pad down, with
notes. ÒLet me just make sure IÕve
got everything accurate here, ladies, then we can get this, and let you get on
your way. I know itÕs late.Ó She glanced up at Dar and Kerry. ÒThanks for
hanging out and waiting for us.Ó
ÒWe
were glad to.Ó Kerry said. ÒI suppose you tracked us down from that picture in
the paper?Ó She smiled briefly. ÒDar enjoyed her visit to the White House.Ó
ÒActually.Ó
Pete cleared his throat. ÒWe did pick that up on research, but really you
popped up on my radar because IÕm local here, and I was home on some vacation
when my brother in lawÕs scatterbrained son got hired to write games and I
wanted to see whoÕd be crazy enough to hire him.Ó
Dar
chuckled. ÒAhh. I see.Ó She leaned
back. ÒHeÕs got good programming skills.
I always look everywhere for talent. Your nephew once removed might turn
out to be the Bill Gates of the family.Ó
ÒHe
loves this place. He was at dinner at our house a week ago talking nine to the
minute about some program you did with a hamster in it.Ó
ÒThat
would be a gopher.Ó Kerry correct
him. ÒGopher Dar, in fact. ItÕs an animated program Dar writes on sometimes.Ó
They
all chuckled ÒSo then I ran a scan on headlines and found the picture of you
with the president, and figured, hey, itÕs time for me to get back in touch
with Dar Roberts.Ó Pete concluded,
with a smile. ÒI guess you just recently left ILS?Ó
ÒAbout
a month or so ago yes.Ó Dar agreed. ÒAfter the time we spent in New York, Kerry
and I decided we wanted to retire and go do our own thing.Ó
ÒGet
out of the spotlight?Ó Pete said, his eyes twinkling. ÒDidnÕt work out so well
for you on that front I guess.Ó
Dar
shrugged.
ÒOkay,
weÕre ready.Ó The blonder of the two women said. ÒPete, youÕre on.Ó
The
interviewer folded his hands on the table, and paused, clearing his
throat. ÒWeÕre rolling to archive,
Dar, not live to the channel.Ó
ÒNow
thatÕs a good idea.Ó Dar said. ÒEspecially if you remember what I said the last
time about not asking me anything you donÕt want to hear the answer to.Ó
One
of the producers pulled a phone from her pocket, and held a hand up, moving to
the door and slipping outside.
ÒOkay. So weÕre speaking here today with Dar
Roberts, who is a well known business person in the technology field. Ò Pete
said. ÒMs. Roberts, you recently
left the big corporate world and opened up your own IT related business. Tell
me about that.Ó
Kerry
quietly got up and eased back, glad
enough to give Dar her moment in the spotlight. She ducked outside the door and
went across to the small kitchen, pausing when she almost bumped into Scott in
his wheelchair. ÒHello.Ó
ÒHi.Ó He was removing a small container from
the refrigerator. ÒWhats up with
CNN?Ó He rolled out of KerryÕs way and put the container on the table, opening
it up and revealing what looked like a fruit salad.
Surprising. Kerry got one of the cold ice teas and opened it. ÒTheir technology desk
saw DarÕs picture in the paper and wanted an interview.Ó She responded
straightforwardly. ÒHowÕs it going with you? Mark says you do good work.Ó
ÒI
like it.Ó He responded. ÒIts good
to do stuff thatÕs just normal.Ó
Kerry
sat down at the table. ÒI remember
when I got back from New York after 9/11, it was a relief to just be able to
sit down and have a boring staff meeting.Ó
He
glanced briefly at her. ÒYou were in there when that went down? I was in the hospital in Frankfurt.Ó
ÒNo,
I was at my familyÕs home in Michigan. But I went there the next day.Ó Kerry
said. ÒThe company we worked for had
people in the Pentagon, and also in downtown New York.Ó
He
ate several pieces of the fruit with a spoon, chewing it thoughtfully. ÒI saw
pictures. That was a mess.Ó
ÒIt
was.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒWe did some
work down by the stock exchange.
The destruction down there was incredible.Ó
ÒYeah. Only thing I was glad I got half blowed
up because I knew I wasnÕt going to have to go back there.Ó He said. ÒWeÕre
going to go back there and beat the shit out of them for that. Everybody knows
it.Ó
ÒMm.Ó
Kerry sipped her tea thoughtfully. Their new tech had gotten himself
some polo shirts and work style chinos, she noted, remembering theyÕd been paid
the previous Friday. ÒEverything working out for you?Ó
He
was silent for a long moment, then nodded. ÒGlad I came and asked for that
paper.Ó
Kerry
smiled. ÒI think weÕre glad too.Ó She said. ÒSometimes you just have to take a
chance, you know?Ó
He
looked up at her, for a moment expressionless. Then he smiled .
Kerry
started to speak again, then paused as the CNN producer stuck her head in the
door. ÒHi.Ó
ÒHi.Ó
The woman looked harried. ÒListen, IÕm really, really sorry. And I mean, really
really sorry, but weÕve got to pull out of here. ThereÕs some big issue in the
banking industry and they need us on it.Ó
ÒOh.
Wow sorry to hear that,Ó Kerry got up.
ÒA technical issue?Ó
ÒSomething
to do with how they talk to each other. SomethingÕs gone wrong. Ò The woman
said. ÒHell, you want to come with
us? You probably understand more of it than we will.Ó
Uh
oh. Kerry managed an apologetic
smile. ÒSorry, weÕve got plans.Ó She said. ÒBut IÕll be watching tonight to see
what it was.Ó
The
woman rolled her eyes. ÒWeÕll get back to you.Ó She said. ÒLet me go get my
guys packed up.Ó She bustled out and left them in contemplative silence for a
moment.
ÒHm.Ó
Kerry leaned against the wall. ÒWonder if I should start ordering pizza.Ó She
listened for the reporters and their staff leaving then a moment later Dar came
into the room, leaning one long arm against the doorframe. ÒHi.Ó
ÒInterbankÕs
down.Ó Dar said.
ÒYeah,
I figured.Ó
ÒShould
we just stay here?Ó
ÒI
was just considering ordering some dinner in.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒLet me go tell
Mark whatÕs going on.Ó
Dar
exhaled, and went to the refrigerator, removing a chocolate milk chug and
opening it. She turned and leaned
against the appliance, eyeing Scott.
He
watched her in silence in return, chewing his fruit salad.
ÒYour
buddies still giving you a hard time?Ó Dar asked, after a bit.
He
nodded. ÒI keep clear of em.Ó He said.
ÒStay around that gym a lot. They let me work in there too a little, at
night.Ó
ÒMake
friends with guys in there.Ó Dar suggested. ÒIÕve seen some of the dudes that
go in there. They look like ass kickers.Ó
He
nodded again. ÒThey got a pool in there. I like that.Ó He said, then paused.
ÒThere some kind of problem here?Ó He asked, bluntly. ÒWith them press people,
and then everyone running out?Ó
Dar
sat down and rested her elbows on her knees. ÒNo, thereÕs no problem here.Ó She
said. ÒThereÕs a problem where we used to work.Ó She took a sip of her milk and looked up
as Mark skidded around the corner and came barreling into the room. ÒHey.Ó
ÒHey.Ó
Mark said, glancing at Scott then back at Dar. ÒKerry told me, and I got a call from
our old guy at the NAP. Craps
coming downÓ
Dar
nodded agreement. ÒIt is.Ó
ÒYou
think theyÕre gonna call you?Ó
ÒI
think theyÕre going to have to.Ó Dar said. ÒIÕm just sitting here trying to figure out how to tell them all no.Ó
ÒWhy?
This point, itÕs all in the crapper, Dar.
They canÕt blame you for any of it.Ó Mark said. ÒYou could go in there
and show them all up.Ó
ÒI
know that, but where does it get us?
I donÕt want to go back in there. I want them to figure out their own problems
and leave us the hell alone.Ó Dar got up.
ÒI fix this, theyÕll never let go of me in the short term, and IÕve got
better things to do, Mark.Ó She
drained the chug and tossed it in the recycle bin. ÒIÓll be in my office.Ó
ÒK,
boss.Ó Mark shook his head. ÒMan, I
remember the days when I was glad to just be a tech yonk. End of the day, you
just go home.Ó
Scott
had finished his fruit salad, and he put the container carefully back in the
plain, dark blue holder. ÒGonna finish that printer.Ó He said. ÒSomeone bent
the frame, thatÕs why it keeps jamming.Ó
ÒWeÕve
only had it two weeks. Who had a chance to do that?Ó Mark allowed himself to be
distracted. ÒProbably the delivery company.Ó
ÒProbably.Ó
Scott put the container in his lap and prepared to roll out. ÒMight need some
tools.Ó
Mark
opened the door for him. ÒGive me a list.Ó He said. ÒIÕll get em ordered.Ó
They
emerged into the hallway. ÒWeÕll be here a while so take your time with the
printer. ÒMark added. ÒLet you know when chow gets here.Ó
Scott
nodded, and headed off down the hall to the support office.
Mark
watched him go and then turned towards the stairs, pausing when Kerry came around
the corner to join him. ÒThis gonna be a long night?Ó
Kerry
lifted her hands and let htem drop. ÒMark, IÕve got no idea. Maybe those guys will find a way around
having to call for help. I sure would if I were them.Ó
ÒKerryÓ
Mark eyed her. ÒTrust me. I lived in that place for long as she did. If its
this fucked up, no oneÕs gonna be able to fix it but her.Ó
Kerry
sighed.
ÒPizza?Ó
ÒChinese
buffet.Ó
ÒWhoof.Ó
**