Mariana slowly sat down in one of the visitor’s chairs. ”No,” she disagreed quietly. ”Oh, yes, I mean sure, you’re right, but he never should have gotten that far, Kerry.” She leaned on her elbows. ”Dar was right. I should have stopped it.”
The woman looked like a truck had driven over her. Kerry sighed.
”Well, no sense crying over spilled milk, they always say.” She turned and regarded her mail, wincing at the pages and pages of urgent marked messages. ”Let’s see what happens when Alastair gets here. I know he considers Dar a very valuable employee.”
”That he does,” Mariana agreed. ”She’s really come through for him on a number of occasions. She’s really come through for all of us, and that’s why this whole thing is so stupid.”
Kerry regarded her hands, folded on the desk. ”You said you should have stopped it. Why didn’t you?”
The older woman glanced at the carpet. ”I spent half the night thinking about that,” she admitted. ”And the conclusion I came to was that we’re all so used to Dar doing the dirty work, taking the hits and drawing the fire to herself that we’ve all gotten to be...” she paused. ”It was easier just to stand back and let her go at him. I never thought for a minute he’d ever get even a step up on her. He’s so out of her league.”
Kerry nodded, accepting that. ”I was hoping that was the case.” she said softly. ”I was hoping it wasn’t just that everyone was standing back and letting her take a fall.” She glanced up at Mariana’s startled expression. ”She once told me that everyone she’d ever trusted in business had turned on her, and last night, before we went to sleep, she told me if I...if it turned out that I saw everyone here celebrating her leaving, that I shouldn’t feel bad about it.”
A soft exhale. ”Kerry, I think you know that’s not true.” Mari spread her hand out. ”You’ve got a dozen empty offices to prove it,” she stated. ”You’ve got a division in pieces, the CEO headed out on the first flight. Duks wouldn’t even come in today. Hell, I only came in because I can’t avoid it. All the stuff that’s going to hit the fan is going to hit my fan. For god’s sake, most people don’t hate her.”
”I know,” Kerry acknowledged softly. ”But, I guess the few that do are so much more vocal, it seems that way sometimes.” She turned a pencil over in her hands. ”When I started all I heard for the first few weeks was what a horrible bitch she was.”
Mariana sucked on her lower lip.
”I had to find out for myself how wrong they were,” Kerry sighed.
”But most people don’t get that chance.”
Hurricane Watch
145
”She doesn’t make it easy,” Mari stated quietly. ”She keeps everyone at arm’s length, Kerry, even Duks and I, and we’ve been friends for years,” she sighed. ”Even Mark, who everyone knows is hopelessly in love with her.”
Kerry’s lips tensed into a faint smile. ”You know, I never saw her like that. I mean I knew she had a tough side, because I saw that right off, but there was always something else. I don’t know. I could always just see there was more to her than the alpha bitch.”
”Well.” Mariana gave her a wry look. ”You had a mitigating circumstance, as the lawyers like to say.” She pondered that. ”But I see your point. If this does work out all right, I think we need to change the way some things are handled, do some workgroup things to try and reduce some of the stress and the infighting.”
“Too bad we can’t do some of that today.” Kerry rubbed her temples. “I think I’ve got a migraine coming on already.”
Mari stood. ”I’ll go talk to them,” she stated quietly. ”I think they’ll be so glad to see you, they won’t say peep one, but I’ll make sure of that.”Kerry’s phone rang, and she watched the keypad indicating it was a forwarded call from Dar’s office. ”Here we go.” She punched the button. ”Operations, Stuart.”
”This is John Adams in Providence. We’ve had an order pending for a new circuit for a week. What the hell’s going on down there?”
Kerry sighed inwardly, giving Mariana a look. ”Just a moment.
What’s your account ID?” She typed in a number and started to work.
THEY WERE BOTH a little nervous, and a little tongue tied, Dar realized, as they sat quietly, her stretched out on the couch with Chino on her stomach, and him on the love seat, his back to the window and his face thrown into shadows by his sweatsuit hood. Well, neither of them were real conversationalists, but someone had to start things.
”You have a place to stay?” she asked, quietly, nursing a tall glass of chocolate milk.
”Couple of ‘em,” her father answered. ”This place, that place, you know.” He regarded her in silence for a moment. ”I do a few little things here and there. They give me this card.” He pulled a small folder from his waist pocket and displayed an innocuous looking silver plate that looked like a credit card. ”I just put everything on that and they take care of it.”
Dar nodded slowly. ”Because of Mom?” She hazarded a guess, remembering the sometimes obscure, sometimes unfathomable ways of the government.
”Yeap.” He tucked the folder away. ”She’s got my pension, the benefits, that’s how I want it. They take care of me.” His voice seemed to end that line of questioning.
146
Melissa Good
All right, round two. Ding ding. Dar nodded again, playing with one of Chino’s soft ears. Then she looked up and studied his face, regarding the scars that twisted the flesh into an almost unrecognizable mask. ”What happened?” she paused, ”if you can say.” Then she just waited.
He thought for a long time. ”Just a gig that went bad,” he finally said, almost emotionlessly. ”We went in to check out some stuff we’d heard about, a chemical weapon. It was a setup. Three guys died, and I ended up wishing I’d been one of ‘em.”
Dar considered that. Talking about emotions and feelings was something they were both just plain bad at, and she knew it, but, ”I’m only going to say this one time,” she stated, softly. ”Mom wouldn’t give a damn about what you look like.”
He studied his hands in the silence. ”I know that,” he admitted, falling silent for a bit. ”She didn’t want me to go this time,” he finally added quietly.
”I remember,” Dar quietly exhaled. ”But I thought...” They’d worked things out, at least, that was how it had appeared to Dar, her mother upset, yes, but supportive as always.
”Yeap, well, she done told me if I went she wouldn’t be there when I got back,” Andrew replied, flatly. ”Said that was my choice.” He blinked a few times, his eyes moving restlessly in his scarred face.
Dar was truly shocked. ”She wouldn’t have left you.”
Pained blue orbs lifted to hers. ”Wasn’t her leaving; it was me, the way she looked at it.” He swallowed. ”She was right, rugrat. It was my choice, and I chose to go.” He took a breath. ”Thought I could work things out when I got back.”
Dar absorbed it. ”She was just trying to get you to stay,” she finally said. ”She was afraid for you. She was afraid of losing you,” she protested. ”She would have been there when you got back, and you know it.”
His eyes closed. ”I like to think that.” His voice was quiet and sad.
”It’s this little game I play with my head, keeps me from going nuts and just taking a dive off a bridge somewhere.” His voice was lightly ragged.
”Dad, why don’t you call her?” Dar leaned forward, willing him to listen. ”You can go home. She’d understand, I know it.”
A very tired sigh. ”I can’t,” he answered softly. ”Cause then I’d know y’see? And if she didn’t, if she meant that, or if she—” An agonizing pause. ”I can’t face it, Dar. I can’t live with that, you understand me?” he pleaded softly. ”I can’t face knowing that she doesn’t—” He just stopped, his throat working audibly.