Mariana nodded. ”I gathered. You want to put in a new orgid for you? We can slot them in there, and charge them off against the operating budget.”
”Sounds good,” Dar agreed mildly. ”Well, I’ve got two phone conferences, four client briefings, and a major proposal to review, so...
You two going to be around later? Maybe we can all have dinner or something.”
Duks and Mari exchanged looks. ”I hear you know a good Thai restaurant down on Biscayne. Sound good?” Mari asked. ”We can save all our chitchat for there. Will you be able to unbury Kerry from her desk by then?”
Dar chuckled. ”Yeah, I think so.” She caught their eyes and realized where they were looking. Just barely keeping herself from sticking her hands in her pockets, she merely flexed her fingers instead. ”I’m not going to fill my position right away.”
Silence, as they digested that. ”Good idea,” Mariana nodded approvingly. ”You slowly going to shift responsibilities to Kerry?”
”Yes.”
”Smart.” Duks nodded also. ”Give everyone a chance to see what she can do.”
Silence again. Mariana cleared her throat gently. ”Are you going to um...” she considered, fishing for a way to ask delicately. ”Change your Hurricane Watch
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Dar almost laughed, as she kept her eyes on her pen. ”Yeeahh...it looks like it,” she admitted, glancing up to see a twinkle in Mari’s eyes.
”Talk about an obscure way of asking.”
Duks chuckled. ”C’mon, Mari, we’ve got things to do, and so does the grand poobah, here. Let’s be getting a move on.” He stood, then leaned over and clapped Dar on the shoulder. ”Good job, Dar.”
”Likewise,” Mari added, as they pushed their chairs into place. ”I think it’s going to turn out for the best for everyone.”
Dar felt her pager go off as she watched them leave, then she sighed, looking around the empty conference room. ”I sure hope so.”
She stood and went to the phone nearby and rang the office. ”Maria, what’s up?”
”Ah... Dar. I was not going to bother you, but it has been some time now, and I...that Michelle Graver person is here.”
”Oh.” Dar winced. ”Great, is she down there waiting? I’ll come down. We’re done here.”
”Aie. No, no, Dar. She came a half an hour ago. She was upset at something, but Kerry took her away to fix things.”
Kerry? Oh. Great. Dar tried to remember if she had a first aid kit in her office. ”Um...did she say where they were going?”
”No, but I think they were in her office.” Maria supplied helpfully.
”Is good I called you? I don’t like that woman, Dar. She is very sneaky looking.”
Yeah. ”Okay, yeah, that was good, Maria. I’ll take care of it.” Dar sighed. ”Talk to you later.” She hung up, then grabbed her portfolio and headed purposefully out the door.
KERRY NIBBLED HER lip in thought, then added a couple of lines to her email, clicking on the send once she’d reread it for the fifth or sixth time. She checked her watch, and paused, wondering how Dar’s meeting was going, before she punched a few numbers on the speakerphone. ”Hi, Maria?”
”Si...si...uno momento, senora.” The secretary sounded harried, and Kerry could hear an angry voice in the background.
A vaguely familiar voice. ”Maria, what’s going on?”
”Ah…we have a Ms. Graver here, she is looking to be speaking with Dar, but I am telling her she is in a meeting.” Maria answered. ”Is problems, I think.”
Kerry drummed her fingers on her desk. Michelle Graver, huh? A grim smile crossed Kerry’s face. ”Let me see if I can help her, Maria.
Bring her down here,” she suggested. ”Who knows how long Dar’s going to be.”
Maria sounded very grateful. ”Gracias, Kerrisita. We’ll be right down.” She hung up, leaving Kerry to run a quick eye over her desk, 292
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”Uck. I can’t do that.” She chuckled a little. ”I look too weird.” A gentle tug on her sleeves got her shirt straight, then she took a breath and settled herself, as a soft knock came on the door. ”C’mon in.”
Maria opened the door and entered, holding it for Michelle Graver to enter behind her. The short Disney executive brushed past her, and stalked across the carpet, tossing a folder down on Kerry’s desk. ”I doubt you can help.”
Kerry held her eyes for a moment, then she pulled the folder towards her and flipped it open. ”Please, have a seat,” she murmured, as she studied the contents. ”Maria, here are the reports so far, and the project Dar was working on.” She reached out and lifted the stack of papers and offered them. ”I think she wanted these requisitions cleared before lunchtime.”
”Si.” Maria took the stack. ”We are making special order today for lunch, the Chinese food, you want?”
Kerry paused. ”Sure. Yeah, that would be great.” She pulled a paper out, and keyed up one of her sessions. ”Hang on a minute. I need to request these real-time.” She rattled her keys, then turned. ”Um...I’ll take a beef with snow peas, and you can order Dar a Szechwan shrimp.”
She took a guilty bit of satisfaction in saying that while Michelle was sitting there, and she didn’t miss the narrowing of those little beady eyes.”Is good.” Maria scribbled a note, then left, abandoning a tense silence behind her.
Kerry returned her attention to the screen. ”This utilization report shows you’re losing packets.”
Michelle clapped her hands twice. ”Very good,” she remarked sarcastically. ”I’m impressed. Did she train you on all the little blinking lights, or just the most important ones?”
Kerry felt an insidious urge to make an inappropriate gesture, and stifled it. ”No, actually, I learned that in college,” she answered the question at face value. ”Have you made any changes to your internal network?” she asked, politely.
”No,” Michelle answered. ”It’s not on our end, and my people have been complaining about it for two weeks, and nothing’s been done. I want it cleared up, or you can tell your...boss...the next contact will be from our legal department to terminate the contract.”
Briefly, Kerry wondered why Michelle had found it necessary to fly all the way from Orlando to tell her that, then figured it was probably just an excuse. ”Hold on.” She started a routine running, watching the results and ignoring the impatient woman across the desk.
Well, Kerry, if you’re going to even think about doing Dar’s job, better start here. She watched a gauge, then dialed a number. ”Mark?”
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”Yessup?” The ever-present sound of rattling keys came through clearly. ”And what can I do for you, Ms. K?”
”Um…” She gave him a circuit number. ”Can you sniff that for me, please? They’re losing one out of every three or four packets.”
”Sure.” Mark busied himself for a moment. ”Okay, it’ll take about ten minutes to run the analyzer over it. I’ll get back to you.”
”Thanks.” Ten minutes. Ho boy. She glanced up, meeting Michelle’s eyes. ”Would you like some coffee?”
”I’d like my problem solved,” the executive answered shortly.
”I’m working on that,” Kerry told her. ”And if you don’t mind, could I have the name of the person your group talked to in support? I’d like to follow up to find out why this wasn’t handled.”