by Sloan Storm
You see, the restraint I applied to Holly didn’t apply to everyone else.
In other words, I fished in my own pond on occasion.
And why not? After all, I’m single. They’re single. We’re all adults.
I had some rules of course, boundaries if you prefer. Most of them revolved around the woman’s expectations. I mean, I enjoyed an office dalliance as much as anyone, but the last thing I wanted was to get embroiled in some big misunderstanding or even worse, deception on her part should she try to ensnare me.
Even so, in spite of making my terms clear, some of them lied to me along the way. And lying, well, it’s just not something I can tolerate. The results of those situations resulted in termination. Like I said, I make my demands well known. In the end it’s up to them to decide whether or not they want the same thing.
The best thing about being lied to by a woman is it helps you understand what you really want. You know? In a way, it makes you smarter about people and in the position I’m in, being knowledgeable about the people around you is a must. And while I’d gotten smarter about liars and catching them, I still wanted to know as much as I could without having to depend on the words coming from the woman’s mouth.
Trust but verify, as is often said.
And so with that in mind, I took a short walk down to Human Resources to see what information I could gather about my latest addition to the lab team. I visited Mrs. Jameson, the head of the department, to get the help I needed. After a brief greeting, we got right down to the reason for my presence.
“What can I do for you Mr. Hawkins?”
“I’d like to see the file on a new hire in the lab.”
Mrs. Jameson nodded as she grabbed her tablet from her desk. Swiping it on, she continued, “Certainly sir. One second while I open the database. What’s the employee’s name?”
“Um, Fiona is the first name. Don’t know the last one. As I mentioned, she’s in the lab and reports to Colin Doyle.”
Mrs. Jameson pursed her lips for a moment as she typed and just then her face lit up as she remembered something.
“Oh yes, Fiona Matthews. She completed orientation this morning. One moment…”
I preferred pretty, smart women. And the prettier and smarter, the better.
Few things turned me on more than a beauty with wits to match. I suspected Fiona was a diamond in the rough in both regards, and while I waited for Mrs. Jameson to bring up her information, I considered how I might go about unearthing those qualities in her. A few seconds later, she finished typing and spinning the tablet in my direction, Mrs. Jameson offered the device to me.
“Here you are, sir.”
“Great, thanks,” I said with a nod of my head, as I took the tablet from her.
Soon enough, I’d scanned through the record. But aside from a few details about her schooling, where she lived and the fact that her grandmother was listed as the beneficiary on her retirement plan, I didn’t have much more knowledge about her than I did when I walked into the HR office a few minutes earlier.
“Anything else I can help you with, sir?” Mrs. Jameson asked, as I perused the data.
I rubbed the corner of the tablet between the tips of my fingers as I looked at her. Thinning my lips in concentration, I extended it back to Mrs. Jameson, “No, that will be all.”
She took the device from me with a gentle tug. “All right, sir.”
After thanking her, I turned to walk back to my office, and as I did I realized I’d need a different sort of help to get to the bottom of my questions about Fiona. The simple fact was it was rare for a hire in her position to slip through without me knowing much about them. And judging by the information in her file, this was especially true of someone with an academic pedigree like hers.
You see, despite my business being worth billions, the industry itself was a relatively small world in terms of the people working in it. In other words, there are a lot more short order cooks on the planet than theoretical physicists, and so I’m usually well-informed about the available talent pool, especially when it’s local.
Yet, I’d been consumed with the Link Protocol, so the bottom line was I was playing catch up when it came to Fiona. But that’s okay. I had a secret weapon. And so it was that just after four later that day, I placed a call to the one person who could help. Leaning back in my chair, I ran my fingers through my hair and grabbed a handful of it, holding it in place as she answered.
“Well as I live and breathe, Gabe Hawkins.”
“Danielle, my love, how are you?”
“Much better now,” she cooed.
Danielle Wilson once worked for me. But her true calling was academia. After I made a particularly large grant, I lobbied hard for her to take over as head of the Physics Department at the state college. While I’m sure my contribution helped, in the end she was the one who got the position. She was a brilliant researcher and a beauty as well.
And no, we didn’t… if that’s what you’re wondering.
I chuckled at her melodic greeting. “And how is Mr. Wilson? The kids?”
“Oh he’s fine. They all are. How are you, handsome?”
“Excellent. Never better, actually.”
“Oh, well, that’s good to hear,” she said. Danielle let out an exhale as she finished her reply. “What can I do for you?”
“What makes you think I want to do anything except spend the rest of my day talking to you?”
Danielle chuckled. “I wish.”
“In truth, I could use your help with something.”
“All right,” she replied. Her voice grew deep, even throaty as she continued. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Smirking, I stood from my chair, stretched and got down to my request. By the time I’d finished, I stood near a wall of windows on the opposite side of my office, overlooking downtown. The late afternoon sun warmed my face as I stared into the distance.
“Can you hold for a sec?” she said. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Sure.”
A few minutes later, Danielle returned.
“Okay…” she said, as she began to speak once more. She hummed a bit as she looked through the records, just loud enough so that I could barely make out the sound of her flipping through pieces of paper.
“Anything?”
“Hmm, no,” she replied. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Terrific student. Looks like you’ve got yourself some serious talent, Gabe.”
“Mmm, hmm. Okay. No unusual details, though?”
“Umm, no. I’m not seeing anything here…” her voice trailed off for a moment. I almost interrupted her to cut the call short. But then, she spoke up once again. “Wait, here’s something.”
“What?”
“Well,” Danielle said as she began to summarize snippets of text from the file. “It looks as if she received treatment for depression and anxiety at various times while she was a student here. She also experienced a good bit of illness which forced her to complete some of her classwork from home.”
“I see. Is there any mention as to the reason for the anxiety and depression?”
Danielle stopped shuffling paper as I asked my question.
“Now Gabe, you know I can’t reveal that information to you.”
“What’s wrong Danielle? Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do. That’s not the issue. It’s confidential.”
“I understand.” I said as I turned my back and leaned against the sun warmed glass of my twentieth floor office window. “Well, if it’s any help, the project she’s involved in here will likely require some government clearance. If that’s the case, I’ll have to get access to the records anyway.”
Danielle moaned. “Ugh, really?”
“Yes. Really. If there’s something serious in the file, I need to know, Danielle.”
She hemmed and hawed for another moment or two. Finally, she let out a deep exhale before she continued, “I wouldn’t do this for anyone but
you, Gabe. This doesn’t go any further than us okay?”
“Of course.”
“All right.” She said. “Well according to what it says here, the issues underlying her anxiety related to health care costs for her grandmother.”
“Oh?”
“Mmm, hmm. Apparently she’s been dealing with cancer off and on for the better part of two decades. At some point, Fiona assumed financial responsibility for her care.”
“Wow. That’s rough. How much debt are we talking about here?”
“Doesn’t say. Something like that though… It’s got to be hundreds of thousands, at least. If not more.”
“Hmm, true.” I said, as I nodded in agreement. “Well, I could see why she’d be anxious. What about the depression?”
“Um… let’s see.” Danielle leafed through a few more pieces of paper until at last, she gasped. “Oh dear. Oh my, this is so sad. Poor thing…”
“What?”
Danielle stifled an audible swallow. After clearing her throat, she continued, “Well, it seems her entire family, her parents and two brothers were killed in a boating accident when she was young.”
“Jesus.” I replied. Well that certainly explained the depression. I mean, losing your entire family at such a young age. It’s understandable. “So she survived somehow?”
“Um, it doesn’t mention anything about what did or didn’t happen to her.”
We both fell silent for several seconds. I’m sure Danielle thought of her own family in the moment and as for me, well, I had a new understanding of my bright young lab hire, Fiona Matthews.
7
Friends Or Enemies? (Fiona)
Since I’d been caught in the midst of staring Gabe up and down as if we were little more than a piece of meat in the conference room the other day, I’d buried myself in my work, keeping to myself as much as possible. Even so, the women who’d caught me ogling him, a couple of my coworkers in the lab, Amanda and Melissa, prodded me about him and what, if anything, was happening between us.
I can’t explain it but something about the two of them made me uneasy. Anyway, despite my misgivings, I made the decision to reserve judgment about them, for the time being.
I put their annoying inquiries off until doing so any longer would make them unduly suspicious, so when they asked me to have lunch with them a couple of days later, I really had no alternative. I just hoped I could keep them from asking too many questions because I had no idea if I could trust them, or anyone else, for that matter.
Noonday sun streamed in from the skylights overhead, warming my shoulders and upper back as we sat in the company cafeteria. Regrettably, one of the many perks afforded us at Hawkins Biotech was free food. And much to my dismay, all of it was delicious. Worst of all, hand-made chocolate candy and more than a dozen flavors of fresh churned ice cream tormented me on a daily basis.
So far, I’d managed to keep the temptations at bay.
Anyway, I sat hunched over a bowl of chicken noodle soup as the women talked. I swallowed down the salty strands as what was supposed to be a discussion about the Link Protocol devolved instead into a gossip fest between Amanda and Melissa about my new boss. In the background, chatter from two dozen other tables drowned out our conversation. Even so, I left my planner open on the table in case someone happened by and wondered what we were discussing.
“What would your husbands say if they caught you talking like this?” I asked during a brief pause in the conversation.
They scoffed in unison.
“If he knew what was good for him… nothing!” Melissa exclaimed. “Pssht, all the things I do for that man. He’s lucky I don’t run and tackle Gabe in a hallway.”
Amanda giggled. “You’re terrible.”
Melissa wrinkled her nose as a mischievous smile flashed to her lips. “I know.”
Shaking my head at their antics, I spooned another mouthful of soup as the women bantered with each other.
“What did you mean earlier, Amanda? Make waves?” I asked, in reference to something she’d said about Gabe.
As I spoke, Amanda took another pull of her iced tea through a straw. After swallowing, she licked her lips and leaned in towards me, propping her elbows up on the table.
“Well, it’s not exactly a secret, Fiona. Everyone knows.”
I arched an eyebrow. The muscles in my upper back and neck tensed. “What isn’t?”
Amanda made a slow turn of her head and to make certain no one eavesdropped.
“You’re good.” Melissa said in low voice, encouraging her. “No one’s listening. Go ahead.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say the fox is in the hen house when it comes to Gabe and the single women around here, but it’s close…”
“I would.” Melissa snorted, interrupting her.
Amanda pressed her index finger to her lips as she hushed her. “Shhh, quiet.”
Melissa nodded and made a zipper motion across her lips.
As she finished, Amanda turned her attention back towards me. “And since all of us girls in the lab are married, we only hear things.”
I let go of my spoon and as I did it clinked against the inside of the bowl. “Things? Like what?”
Over the next several minutes, my jaw drifted open in disbelief as the two of them relayed the tales of Gabe’s conquests. The rumor was he was an incredible lover. And, for those women who didn’t demand anything beyond that from him, perks aplenty followed his seduction.
I wasn’t sure whether I should feel intrigued or disgusted. I sensed both emotions at various times as they spoke. Office politics, gossip about romance and the boss’ sexual prowess were all new territory for me. Frankly, they seemed to be… infatuated with him.
As they finished, Melissa directed a comment at me.
“We both saw the way you looked at him in the conference room the other day. What was that all about?”
Still processing the meaning behind their story, I hesitated for a moment before I answered.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Come on, Fiona.” Amanda added. “If there’s something going on, you can tell us.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I hadn’t given them any reason to be suspicious. And besides, it’s not like he expressed any interest of the kind in me. What had happened so far amounted mostly to him teasing me and being annoyingly charming at the same time. It was hardly the start of a romance. Anyway, I didn’t want to even entertain the notion with them, and so I dismissed it.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not be involved in office innuendo about him. I need this job.”
The women traded devious glances.
“It’s not gossip if it’s true, Fiona. And anyway, you can trust us,” Melissa chided after a few moments of silence.
“Yeah,” Amanda began. “You mean to tell me you don’t think Gabe is just… mmm.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from them. These were grown women, married no less! This was a professional lab in a company performing some of the most groundbreaking work anywhere in biotechnology. But right now, it felt as if I was in the midst of a group of silly high school girls crushing on the captain of the football team.
And Gabe… After he’d changed my opinion of him with his eloquent, articulate manner in the conference room the other day, I felt confused. By the looks of things, he did next to nothing to discourage this type of chatter, if it was false. If it was true, well, then that was a whole other thing.
But in any case, I had far too much at risk to get involved in any of this. Whatever it took, I’d have to distance myself from his advances, if they came. But I worried. What if he wasn’t just teasing me for his own amusement? What would I do if he really did try something? What would it mean to reject him?
Especially after what they’d said about ‘not making waves’.
I wasn’t sure how I felt. Technically, he hadn’t done anything wrong. And yes, he was charming. And funny. And flattering.
But he was also annoying.
Even so, behavior like this would merit sexual harassment complaints in most circumstances. Was he so irresistible these women would put aside their common sense and good judgment for a silly fling with the boss, a chance at it or just a smattering of his attention?
By the way Amanda and Melissa talked, the answer was an unequivocal ‘yes’. They made no mention of harassment or abuse of any kind. In fact, it was the complete opposite. They almost seemed disappointed he hadn’t tried anything with them!
I sighed. Without responding, I gathered up my things.
“I have to get back to work.”
With reluctance and a bit of grumbling, they obliged.
Later that same afternoon, I was back at the lab. I happened to be going over some perplexing results when, during a moment of deep thought, I glanced up towards the entrance. As I did, I noticed Gabe enter the room. I looked at him for a fraction of a second before looking back down at my paperwork. It was the first time I’d seen him since he winked at me in the conference room.
I listened as he began to walk around and chat with my coworkers. In addition to rumors about his dalliances, I’d heard other things about him. One of those being that he made a regular habit of doing walkabouts to motivate and encourage his employees.
Which of the two was this visit?
I swallowed hard, hoping he’d ignore me. Afterward, I reached for my pen, determined to not let myself get distracted by his presence. But my resolve didn’t last long. Right away, I fretted my way through a number of scenarios in my mind. All of them ended with me being humiliated as the lone object of his attention.
Usually, solutions to problems came quickly to me, and without fail they were accurate. When it came to him though, my thoughts randomized and failed to follow logic. Just as often, I found myself less sure of my response than when I started.
It was unusual, to be sure. I grimaced at my inability to control it.
The sound of him chatting with my coworkers broke the relative silence of the lab. Hearing the tone of his voice focused my plan of action and sharpened my focus. If he happened to come over to me, I’d have to be ready.
No matter what, I’d keep it professional… no more teasing and flirting. I’d have to put an end to it before it went any further. Not that it would, mind you. He might still press on with his behavior, but I didn’t spend all this time and energy to ‘fool around with the boss’.
