Hurricane Watch - DK2

by Melissa Good

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  “C’mon in,” Dar said.

  Kerry entered, carrying a Styrofoam cup. “Brought extra back.

  Want some?” she said, after a pause when she saw who was sitting there.“Sure.”

  Kerry brought the cup over and handed it to her, glancing over at José. “Good morning.”

  José cocked his head and regarded her. “Buenas dias,” He replied.

  “Is that café cubano?”

  “Yes,” Kerry said. “I’m convinced we run on this, not electricity in this building.” She gave Dar a wink, then retreated to the door. “Sorry to interrupt.” She slipped through the door and left them alone again.

  Dar sipped the thick, sugary rocket fuel. “So where were we?”

  José blew his breath out. “I have come to say this,” he said. “Either we learn not to eat each other, or we go nowhere.” He laced his fingers together. “No matter what you think, I did not look for you to leave this company.”

  Dar grunted.

  “You do not sell things,” José went on. “I do not fix things,” he said. “The company needs the both of us to do well and make money.”

  “That’s true.”

  He leaned forward. “I do not like people who threaten me.” He stared evenly at Dar. “I do not care who they think they are.”

  She sensed the raw challenge. But between that and her visceral response there now floated this cushion of introspection brought on by everything she’d been through in the past two weeks. Dar rested her chin on her fist. “Let me ask you something,” she said. “What would you have done if I called your wife a whore?”

  José looked at her. “That is not your wife.” He pointed at the door.

  “Do not make it the same thing.”

  “But to me it is.” Dar got up and circled her desk, not missing the flinch as she closed in on him, only to settle herself on the edge of the flat surface. “Kerry is everything to me your family is to you, José. So I ask you again, if I’d have called your wife a whore, what would you have done?”

  The salesman was briefly silent. Then he got up and paced to the wall and back. “I would not have liked it,” he finally admitted. “But you...”

  “Had no right to talk to you like that? Sure I did.” Dar shrugged.

  “José, I am who I am. I’m not changing.”

  He put his hands on his hips. “You threatened me.” He pointed his thumb at his chest. “This is not right.”

  “I didn’t threaten you,” Dar objected. “I told you what I was going to do if you said something like that again and I will do just that.” She got up, putting her hands on her desk and leaning back instead. “You want to be fired? I think it would stink for the company if I had to do it, Hurricane Watch

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  but trust me. I will.”

  José folded his arms over his chest. “You are impossible.”

  “Sometimes,” Dar agreed. “But tell me this, José, who else can you depend on when everything’s absolutely shit?”

  He grunted.

  “Besides.” Dar circled her desk and sat down again. “Stop blaming me for all this crap. You’re the one who decided to bring in someone to attack me.” She dropped the folder on the desk. “So now you’re gonna go back to your office and fire his ass.”

  José came to the front of her desk and leaned on it. “I will not,” he said. “This is— Yes, he is a troublemaker, but all his ideas are good ideas. He is right in the things we need to do.”

  “Fire him.” Dar opened the folder. “Or, I will. He falsified his employment documents.” She shoved the folder over. “He wants your job. Now that he failed to get me out, you’re his next target. You really want that, José?”

  The VP of Sales was studying the paper. “What is this?” he said.

  “This was not true? He told us of his successes at this company.”

  “He lied.”

  José sat down. “You are telling me this now?”

  Dar held her hands up and let them fall. “For Christssake, José. I’m not responsible for vetting your damn personnel records! Mari just gave this to me because Alastair asked me to take care of the problem. That’s what he views this guy as. A problem.” She stared at him meaningfully.

  “Your problem. Now are you going to get rid of him, or do you want me to do it?”

  José fingered the folder. “You say he’s after my job?” he queried.

  “How is it you know so much about this??”

  Dar met his gaze. “You really want to know?”

  “No,” José said, in a disgusted tone. “You have all the power. I see it.” He got up. “But it hurts us to do this. His ideas, they are correct.”

  Dar steepled her fingers and regarded him. “I didn’t say they weren’t,” she said, quietly. “I think we do need changes. I think we do need to alter how we do business.”

  José looked surprised. “You say that?”

  “Yeah. Now that I have the power to make that happen without all of you getting in my way,” Dar replied, with a grim smile. “You want change? You’ll get it. But it’ll happen how I want it to.”

  “What does that mean?” José came back and sat down. “Explain to me, what you intend, Dar.” He eyed her shrewdly. “Or do you want me to just get rid of this man because he does not like you.”

  “You hired him because he doesn’t like me,” Dar retorted. “He hasn’t said anything you haven’t told me for the last year, José. Think about it.”

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  your face with them.”

  “But if he’s here, and changes are made now, who gets credit?”

  José was silent for a moment, then he pulled his ankle up on his knee and regarded Dar with a wry expression. “Ah,” he grunted. “So what are these changes? Or, is that just a trick to get me out of your face too?”Dar went around behind her desk and sat down, giving herself a moment to consider. She naturally didn’t want to share the nascent plans that had started budding in her head over the last day or so, but instinct told her she’d get a payoff by throwing her adversary a bone.

  Sometimes you had to take a risk. “Okay.” She leaned her elbows on her desk. “The biggest problem I see is that we don’t have control over most of what we offer.”

  José tilted his head, but didn’t interrupt.

  “We’re too dependent on vendors, on long haul providers. It’s too expensive in the long run to over provision, and we can’t ever get fast enough response when we do need an increase.”

  “Exactly,” the Sales VP nodded. “That is exactly the problem. It is why we cannot sell the way we need to, because it’s always a hedge, yes?” He waved the hand holding the folder. “We can give so much, but it always has to be paid for and plus.”

  Dar nodded. “To make the budget.”

  “Si.”

  “What if we had our own network?” Dar asked him. “Everything belonging to us. No circuits. Just a slice of bandwidth you could sell however you wanted.”

  José went very still for a long moment. “Madre dios. Are you kidding me?” he asked, finally. “Is this serious?”

  “It’s serious,” Dar said. “I’ve wanted to do it for a while, I just couldn’t.”

  She tapped her thumbs together. “I warned the board already,” she said. “Capital expenditure. Outside the budgets.”

  José tapped the folder against the side of his neck. He studied her face in silence, his eyes flicking back and forth as he considered. “This is something we have all been looking for,” he said. “We will all win with this. I like it.”

  He stood up. “I will get rid of this man.” He held the curled folder up. “This is not something he should get credit for. Who is he? A liar, as you say?” The sales VP shrugged. “All right. I will say I did bring him here after I learned he knew you to ch
ew your face. I am an asshole sometimes.”

  Dar smiled at him. “Me too,” she agreed. ”But we do have a common cause.”

  “Si. That we do.” José looked a lot happier. “Was he really after my job?” he asked, turning back to her. “Or, was that the bullshit to make me loco?”

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  admin,” Dar related honestly. “He’s a good friend of her husband’s.”

  José threw his head back and laughed. “Now that I completely believe.” He slapped the folder on his leg. “Enough of this caca. Let’s get back to business.” He waved his hand at her and headed for the door. “Hasta la vista. Dar.”

  “Later.” Dar sat back in her chair and felt a sense of rare victory.

  ”OH, I GET it.” Kerry finished slicing up the fresh chicken breast.

  ”I’m cooking, so now I’m your favorite, right?” She gave the patiently waiting Chino a droll look. ”Don’t you look at me like that. Go find your friend, the cookie monster.”

  ”Yawp.” Chino yawned, then poked her small tongue out and panted.

  Kerry laughed, and turned her attention back to her task. She checked the steamer full of brown rice, and started a fire under the wok, pouring in a little peanut oil and waiting for it to heat. ”Shh... You keep quiet now, Chino. Don’t tell Dar I put all these nice vegetables in here, okay? After I finish making the sauce, she’ll never know.”

  Chino sniffed her ankle, then she curled up on Kerry’s foot and closed her eyes.

  ”Oh, great. What am I, a puppy bed?” Kerry sighed. ”You’re just hoping I drop something.”

  One brown eye opened and peeked at her.

  Kerry smiled, as she tossed thinly sliced red, green and yellow bell peppers into the oil, and listened to the sizzling. She stirred them around, then added bamboo shoots, peanuts, and Szechwan peppers.

  ”Oo, that smells good, huh?” She got the vegetables nice and crisp, then she slid the two pounds of chicken breast into the vegetables, and quickly stir fried it.

  ”Almost ready,” she murmured, adding the sauce, which coated the contents of the wok a nice, honey brown. She added a handful of sesame seeds, then she turned the fire off. She scooped mounds of fragrant brown rice into each of two comfortably sized bowls, and topped it with the stir fry. ”Hey, Dar?”

  ”Mmm?”

  The nearby voice nearly scared the bejesus out of her. ”Yeeow!” She almost dropped the bowls. ”Dar, don’t do that!”

  ”You called me,” Dar protested, taking both bowls.

  ”Well, yeah, but I didn’t realize you were standing in my back pocket.” Kerry laughed, as she grabbed two glasses and a bottle of plum wine. She followed Dar into the living room, and joined her as she settled onto the loveseat, putting the bowls down on the end table.

  ”So.” Kerry curled up with her legs tucked under her and accepted the bowl Dar handed over. ”That’s some chest.” She indicated the trunk which had been delivered. It was a curious item, bound in leather that 332

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  was carved with intricate, interlocking squares. ”It’s gorgeous.”

  ”Mm,” Dar agreed around a mouthful of rice and chicken. She’d changed into a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a t-shirt, and was wearing a thick pair of very white socks which were intriguing Chino immensely. ”Good stuff, Ker.” She indicated the bowl.

  ”Thank you.” Kerry’s nose wrinkled up as she smiled happily. ”It’s a new recipe.”

  Dar’s eyes twinkled. ”I can feel the healthy vibes coming off of it.”

  She used her chopsticks to retrieve a sneakily hidden vegetable and waved it at her lover. ”But you could put this sauce on shoelaces and I’d eat them.”

  Kerry laughed. ”I was counting on that.” She took a mouthful and chewed it. ”Do you really mind the veggies?”

  Dar made her wait for an answer for a moment, then she smiled.

  ”Nah.” She took a cheerful bite. ”Besides, what right do I have to complain? You’re cooking.”

  ”Well...” Kerry nibbled a bamboo shoot. ”It makes me feel better about having chocolate chip ice cream for dessert.” She paused, almost laughing at the way Dar’s ears perked up. ”Double chocolate chip, in fact.” She scooped up a bit of rice. ”Which reminds me, we’re going to have to take separate cars tomorrow. I have my annual checkup scheduled. I almost forgot about it.”

  ”Mm.” Dar took a few mouthfuls and chewed them. ”Kerry, can I ask you a personal question?”

  Kerry stopped eating, and stared. ”Uh...sure.”

  One dark brow lifted, then dropped. ”Why does chocolate chip ice cream remind you of your doctor?”

  ”Oh,” Kerry laughed, blushing a little. ”Yeah, I guess that came out a little weird, huh? No, it’s because she gave me such a hard time last year. Apparently I was too skinny for her tastes. She started giving me lectures and pamphlets on eating disorders.” She gave Dar a wry look.

  ”I was imagining her reaction this year.”

  ”Ah. I see.” Dar nodded in understanding. ”Do you think she was right?”

  Kerry slowly chewed a mouthful. ”I think I’m a lot happier now than I was then, but there’s a lot that goes into that.” Her eyes searched Dar’s face. ”I think the biggest influence in getting me to change my mind was the opinion of someone I really respected.”

  ”Mm.” Dar didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so she merely murmured an agreement, scooping the last of her rice up. ”Well, let’s see what we have here, huh?” She put the bowl down and eased herself down onto the floor, where Chino immediately tried to crawl into her lap. ”Hey!”

  Kerry laughed, as she put her own bowl aside, and joined her lover on the floor, taking the puppy out of her way. ”Oo...look at that hasp.”

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  to the old fashioned lock, then turned it. The metal protested, but released, and she removed the rusted object and set it on the floor.

  ”Okay,” she murmured, then she carefully unlatched the two catches, and released them, tugging the top of the trunk open and tipping it back.The scent that came out was the oddest mixture of dust, age, and mystery, and Kerry squirmed closer, so she could peek inside. ”Ohhh.”

  ”Wow.” Dar leaned on her crossed knees, and just looked. ”What a mess.”

  Inside the truck was a tangled conglomeration of...stuff. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the contents, just a random assortment of odd items, ranging from small wooden boxes, to pieces of metal, to very old clothing. ”What in the hell is all this stuff. Looks like the leftovers from a bad touring theatre troupe.”

  ”Or a hard up for cash Girl Scout troop,” Kerry murmured, lifting out a metal pan, resembling a camping cup. ”Wow.” She turned it over, peering at a set of scratches in the bottom. ”Initials.”

  ”Uh huh.” Dar reached in and pulled out a small wooden box, flat and smooth as satin with age. She gently opened it, revealing an old fashioned writing pen, its tip stained with purpled ink.

  ”Oh.” Kerry took it from Dar’s proffered hands and examined it.

  ”Wow, that’s really old.” She ran a fingertip down the brass surface.

  ”Was she a writer?”

  ”I...” Dar thought about it. ”I don’t think so, but I didn’t know her really well, Kerry. We were... It was strange. I wasn’t really ever sure why she left me all this. We weren’t close.” She paused. ”Why? Do you think she was?”

  ”Mm... This pen meant something to her. Usually you keep the things you use the most, Dar.” Kerry lifted the pen out carefully, and curled her fingers around it, It...fit...comfortably, in the oddest way.

  ”Oh, what a nice feeling,” she murmured, flexing her hand.

  Dar watched her curiously. ”Are you into calligraphy?”

  ”A little,” Kerry responded. ”I used
to write my poetry longhand, until I figured out it was a lot safer to put them in my computer.” She sighed. ”They always seemed more intense when I wrote them out, but I knew my parents, or Kyle couldn’t find their way through my hard drive.”

  Dar closed her hand over Kerry’s. ”Why don’t you keep hold of that, then, because if you’ve ever seen my handwriting, you’ll know I will never, ever have use for it.” A wry grin edged her face. ”There’s a reason I type everything, and I have, since grade school.”

  Kerry gazed at the pen, then up at her. ”Oh, yeah. I heard Mariana moaning about some evaluations you wrote out. She said she was going to have to call in a Greek scholar to translate,” she teased gently.

  ”Thank you. I don’t know if I could bear to try and use it, but I like just holding this.”

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  Blue eyes glinted suddenly, with an inner light. ”Write me a poem with it.” The low voice took on a momentarily deeper tone.

  A warmth traveled up her spine, and Kerry smiled in reflex. ”All right.” She carefully put the antique pen down on the table. ”What’s next?” She reached a hand in, and collided with a large, heavy metal piece. ”Ouch, what the heck is that? A machete? Did she wander the Amazon jungle or something?” Kerry carefully tugged her find free.

  ”Oh.”It was a rusted, rotting, half disintegrated sword. ”Good grief.”

  Kerry got her other hand under the rotted leather of what once might have been a scabbard and lifted it clear. ”Would you look at that?”

  Dar had stilled, and now she exhaled a long breath. ”Let me see that,” she asked softly, holding out her hands as Kerry gently placed the ancient artifact in them.

  The first thing she felt was a slow, faint wash of sadness, gentle, but profound enough to prick the back of her eyes with tears. ”Bet there’s a story behind this old thing,” she commented to Kerry quietly. ”You can almost feel the history in it.” She gazed down at the ruined sword, noting the plain, worn brass hilt, its surface encrusted in green, and the unraveling tatters of rotted leather that fell away from her fingers as she touched it.

  Dar wrapped her fingers around the hilt, and pulled the crumbling leather away from it, revealing a scarred, pitted steel blade, broken halfway down, its remaining length gouged with deep, asymmetrical grooves. She twisted her wrist, closing her eyes and feeling a faint, clear bell of familiarity ring deep down, as the weight of it hit her forearm muscles. ”Damn, this brings back memories,” she murmured, opening her eyes and regarding Kerry thoughtfully.