and paused.
"A pleasure to speak with you as well. Has
Frank Davies made contact with you, Dale?"
"Good, would you pull up James Farlow's
itinerary for today?"
"Yes, the third trip is indeed mine." she
continued, "I'd like to discuss some things regarding that and
other concerns."
"No, I have no concern regarding James'
performance, his duties were met with excellence." she went on, "I
need to add a five hundred dollar gratuity to my time trip he is
currently on."
"Thank you! Now I need you to fire him." she
quipped.
James could actually hear Dale Harris yell
"What?!" through the phone. Then his own concern hit him, raising a
hand to protest, Cathleen waved him off, listening to Dale's rant.
James was certainly at her mercy now.
"I know..." she huffed, "The best you have
... yes." getting impatient, "Mr. Harris!" clearing her throat,
"James will be my personal chauffeur. I'll need his record and
W-2s." then waited.
"Well, let's just say I needed my ass wiped
and he did it front to back as requested." she sneered.
James dropped his head with that. A woman
with this much wealth and power speaking like a commoner, it was
baffling to him. But, Dale brought that on himself; the loud mouth
S.O.B.
"Yes, write him a check for last week and
today then remove him from your payroll." she ordered and then
waited.
A young woman dressed in a maid outfit
brought in a drink for Cathleen and sat it on the table. James
couldn't help noticing her youth and beauty and wondered if maid
service was the only service she provided. He chastised himself for
the raunchy thought as it was against his nature.
"Listen, you hired James, you can hire
someone else." she rationalized, "What will you do without him? I
guess you'll have to do without!" pausing.
"Could I recommend my roommate?" James
whispered, and then grinned.
"There will be an application for a Mike
Goodman coming across your desk. I want him hired." she
demanded.
To James, this was almost fun. But, even the
gratuities he'd racked up last week and today wouldn't last. The
bills would have to be paid next month. He hoped whatever Cathleen
was offering would at least match his lost income.
"You'll make copies of his record. Put on
the end date that he was promoted to upper management." she
explained, "Now, for my final instructions; find the license and
registration for the Cadillac Mr. Farlow is driving and mark it
decommissioned. That will be James' personal car."
That was unbelievable, they just got that
car! Tonight was the first time it went out. James had forgotten
about the paperwork until now, perhaps Cathleen had asked for the
newest car. Normally, they send the oldest out first, putting as
many miles as possible on those and saving the newest for last.
"No! Keep him on the insurance, for Christ
sakes! He won't have the title." covering the microphone she asked,
"Do you really have to do all the thinking for him?" then went back
to her conversation.
"That will do for now, thank you for the
help Mr. Harris." ending her little chat, "Oh, give James eight
hours pay for my time trip, good bye." then hung up the phone.
Turning to him, "Liking the benefits so
far?" she asked.
"I certainly have, but I have nothing but
questions now." James answered.
The man that took his wallet brought it back
to him.
"Niles, was everything sufficient?" Cathleen
asked.
"Yes ma'am, license and CCW were in it.
Copies were made." he replied.
How they knew he had a weapon was puzzling
enough since Cathleen never called anyone while James was with her.
Now, they had copies of his personal information as well.
"Excellent." she said, and dismissed Niles.
"First, let's talk more about the company you used to work for,
James." sipping on her glass.
"What would you like to discuss?" James
asked. Wondering what knowledge of his would be found so
interesting to her.
"Ever heard of Spenco?" she queried.
Indeed he had, "Spenco is an international
corporation owning businesses in various markets