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Chapter 18
So far: The wildly successful day of departures is over, and now the
scene of the action leaves River for a few chapters and concentrates
on her mother and brother over the next two chapters.
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Lois Macintyre stood at the elevator banks at 200 Bay Street in
Toronto, waiting for a car that would be headed up to the Royal Bank
head offices on the 41st floor of the south tower of Royal Bank Plaza.
She noticed a new face, a young blonde dressed in a smart suit that
accentuated her fantastic figure. This was not surprising, young
graduates were always joining the bank. What was surprising was that
this girl, no more than 25 by her looks, pressed the button for the
39th floor. Junior employees started on the 36th floor, the lowest of
the Royal block of floors. Occasionally a new hire with an MBA might
start on the 37th floor, but these were seldom female, and almost
never as attractive as this girl.
When the elevator stopped on the 39th floor and the pretty girl got
off, Mrs. Macintyre pressed the hold button. None of the other three
remaining on the car complained. Few at the bank were brave enough to
question the assistant to the Vice President of Branch Operations.
Lois noted that the pretty girl walked over to the Audit department,
and then towards the offices, not the cubicles. This merited
investigation.
In her office on the 40th floor Lois phoned down to one of her
contacts in the audit department. "Harriet, did you have a new
employee start today? A pretty blonde with blue eyes, about 25?"
"No, Mrs. Macintyre. There are no new hires today that I know of.
Wait, was she wearing a dark blue pantsuit? Very smart?"
"Yes that is her. Who is it?"
"That is Alison Waters, one of the heads of the audit teams. She has
actually been here longer than I have, eight years. It is amazing. She
looked like a normal 35-year-old before she went on vacation, and came
back looking like a flipping teenager -- well, almost. All the girls
in the department are going after her to find out how she did it. The
men are just drooling. I mean, one of her sons is a teenager, and she
looks like that? Is that fair?"
"Look into it for me, and let me know, Harriet. I will consider it a
personal favour."
Lois hung up the phone, confident that she would know the entire story
within a few hours. The name Alison Waters had tweaked a memory, and
she checked. Yes, the girl, or woman more correctly, had phoned in a
week or so ago asking for a half hour appointment with Mr. Langston.
She had some idea about a new branch location up north somewhere. Lois
immediately rescheduled Mr. Langston's other appointments before 2
p.m. She knew that he would want to extend the meeting to a lunch
meeting, at the least. Unfortunately the 2 p.m. meeting was with a
senior vice president, and could not be rescheduled.
The girl would get her new branch, if she played her cards right with
Mr. Langston, Lois mused. The man was a bit of a player, and liked
young meat like Ms. Waters. But Lois knew that Mr. Langston would tire
of her after a few weeks, or perhaps a few months. The girl really was
that pretty. She had no hopes of it being more than a fling. Mr.
Langston's career and success was tied into his marriage into the
Weston family, and divorce was not an option for him. Even a long-term
affair could jeopardize his position.
Lois had learned all that 25 years ago when she had been the pretty
young thing given a position with the young fast-rising star
executive. Their relationship had been hot, torrid, and long, lasting
five years before Mrs. Weston-Langston learned of it. For a half year
Lois was banished to the secretarial pool, but after Mr. Langston had
a fling with another girl, she was offered a position to be his
assistant again, but without the hanky-panky. She admitted it: she was
still in love with him, and was sure that he loved her in a way. For a
few years she dreamed of plots to remove Mrs. Weston-Langston from the
picture, so that she could marry Thornton. But eventually even that
dream faded. Why would such a successful man marry an old frump like
her? He would pick a young trophy wife like Ms. Waters.
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Alison didn't get much work done that morning. Her office was a
constant hive of activity as word of her appearance got around the
office. Everyone wanted to know her secret, and to get in on it. She
couldn't tell them that she had been magically transformed by sitting
in an ice-cold river with her daughter, formerly her son. Instead she
just used the story that two weeks in a campsite, with no worries or
concerns had eased the wrinkles, and noted that in a week or two of
running her audit team, they would be back again.
Even Mrs. Macintyre had dropped in to see her. It was a nice gesture,
to see what equipment she might need for her presentation to Mr.
Langston tomorrow. She had apparently also heard about her
transformation, and was as pressing as the girls in the office to find
out how she had done it.
In the afternoon, things calmed down a bit, and Alison was able to get
a report from her assistant on the team as to what had happened over
the prior two weeks, and what was coming up. She even had a chance to
go over her presentation again. It didn't need to be so rushed. Mrs.
Macintyre had told her that she was going to get a full hour with Mr.
Langston, and that she should keep her schedule clear until after
lunch, in case the vice-president took a liking to her plan. Alison
was thrilled. It all looked so positive.
That night she connected with Mark, who had spent most of the day
wandering the local mall, and had picked out a few clothes for school,
as Alison had requested. He apparently had spent more time at the
video games store, and had a wish list there that was larger than his
clothing list. Alison realized that without River or his dad around,
Mark might get lonely this year, so she agreed that she 'might' buy
him a game or two, but only if he concentrated on back-to-school wear
tomorrow. On Wednesday, after work, the two of them would head out to
the mall together to buy the items Mark had selected.
The next morning Alison got in early and pretty much locked herself in
her office, fine-tuning her presentation to Mr. Langston at 10. At
9:55 she was in Mrs. Macintyre's office, waiting for the meeting,
which actually started a couple of minutes early.
Alison started to worry within a few minutes. The leering look that
Mr. Langston gave as she entered was a concern, as was his initial
suggestion that they "take off their jackets and get to work." One
does not question a vice president, so after the man doffed his suit
coat, Alison grudgingly took of her jacket, glad that she had chosen a
fine silk blouse to go with the power suit.
She wanted to get started on the presentation right away, by Mr.
Langston went over to the settee in the office and suggested that the
two "get to know each other" a bit first. Alison hesitated, but
knowing she had a full hour to deal with a half hour presentation, she
sat down, only to find Mr. Langston sit uncomfortably close to her.
Alison tried her best to keep her distance, mentioning her husband
several times and her kids as well, to let the man know that she was
happily married. He didn't seem to hear though, and was entirely too
tactile, touching Alison on the knee, the shoulder, stroking her long
blonde hair, while complimenting her on her beauty and her figure,
stressing how much he would be able to assist her in moving ahead in
the company. He didn't mention the price he would charge her for his
help, but she was savvy enough to know that it was a price she would
be unwilling to pay.
"You really have a wonderful figure," Mr. Langston said. "Who did your
breasts?"
"What?" Alison asked in amazement, standing up quickly as the man's
hand started to approach her bosom. He continued to pursue, and Alison
managed to get his massive desk between them. He trailed her around
the desk once, and on a second trip he pushed on the end of the desk,
and it slid across the floor, trapping her between him and the wall.
It was a little invention he had a cabinet-maker install years ago. A
release would raise the desk on wheels, and pushing the button a
second time would lower it the quarter inch needed to make the desk
completely immobile.
"Please Mr. Langston," Alison said. "I want to keep this on a business
level."
"And I want to take it to another level," the man said snidely,
looming over her and finally putting his hands on his targets. He
tugged, the silk top ripped, and then he pulled Alison's bra down,
exposing her breasts. Alison gave up and screamed.
Mrs. Macintyre was in the office in seconds, and could clearly see
that Alison was being molested, but instead turned on her.
"You hussy," she accused. "Coming in here and trying to seduce a
happily married man. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"What? No. It wasn't me, I ..."
"I saw everything Mr. Langston," the woman lied. "First she tried to
seduce you, and when you wouldn't react, she tore her bra off and
pretended you were molesting her. Some women will do anything to get
ahead. I have already called security."
Alison was completely at a loss. While she was trying to make herself
look decent again, Mrs. Macintyre went into Alison's purse and took
her keys and her phone.
"I need those," Alison complained.
"The keys are bank property, and the phone is too," Mrs. Macintyre
said, taking the bank keys off her chain and then tossing the other
keys back to her, as Mr. Langston pushed his desk back into its normal
position and released the catch. "You can consider yourself
unemployed. Security will take you down to HR, and to your desk if
there is anything there that is not bank property. Your computer
accounts will be closed."
Two security men came into the room, and Alison and Mrs. Macintyre
gave their conflicting accounts of what happened. When the guard tried
to move the desk, it failed to budge, to Alison's surprise. Suddenly
her account seemed less solid. She was escorted in shame down one
floor to the HR department where she was, as Mrs. Macintyre suggested,
let go with cause. She was asked to sign various termination
documents, which she wisely refused. She was given a package to take
home and read at her leisure and later sign, to gain her record of
employment (needed for unemployment insurance) and any termination
benefits.
The most embarrassing part of the day came when she was taken down the
next floor to her offices. She was marched in shame across the floor,
past her staff in her torn and dishevelled suit, to her office, where
she was allowed to take home her desk pictures of her husband and
family, and not much else. She was then escorted to the elevators, and
down to the front door of the building, and unceremonious dumped onto
the street.
Alison didn't remember much about the ride home on the subway and bus
to her home. She didn't even have access to a phone to call anyone
until she got to the house. She finally arrived home just after noon,
and wondered who to call. If she called Dale he would come back and
storm the bank, probably trying to bodily harm to Mr. Langston. She
didn't need a husband in jail. She decided she would need a lawyer,
but was unsure who to call. Then she remembered River's friend Nick.
He had practiced in Toronto, and probably could recommend someone
himself. But how was she to get of him?
Wayne! He would know, but Alison now had to contact him. Finally, she
called the park office, in hopes that someone there would be able to
get a hold of them.
"Gelenamikwak Park, Margie speaking," a voice said. "How can I help
you?"
"Hi, Margie. This is Alison Waters, River's mom. I'm calling from
Toronto. I wonder if you could give me Wayne's number. I need to
contact Nick, and thought he would know."
"Wayne will be out with the JR crew right now," Margie said. "But I
happen to know that Nick is in Toronto right now. He left just after
your family did. He's in Toronto for a few days looking after his
house and some other things. Would you like his cell number?"
"Could you?" Alison said, amazed that the receptionist would give out
personal information so easily to someone she really didn't know. But
that was the difference between Toronto and the band. Here everything
was cold and dangerous. She didn't know if she could survive down here
without a job. Mark was so insistent about going to school for this
year here. She hoped that she would be able to change that to just a
term. She really wanted to get back to the peace and safety of the
river, with her husband and her new daughter.
She called Nick, and within a half hour he was at her house. His
wasn't far away, but in a much nicer neighborhood on the ravine. She
spent most of the next hour in tears recounting all that had taken
place today.
Nick immediately saw the distress in Alison's face. He listened
patiently while she described what had happened, and then read through
the papers the bank had submitted. He finally finished and spoke.
"They are definitely trying to screw you, excuse the poor imagery.
It's a good thing you didn't sign anything at the bank. They probably
would have left you with nothing. This settlement is pretty average
with two weeks salary for every year you spent at the bank? That is
15, right? We can do better if we threaten to sue for sexual
misconduct."
"Of course we will sue," Alison said.
"Oh, we can't win," Nick said glumly. "Your case is too weak. It's
your word against two senior bank officials. But they won't want it to
go to trial. The media coverage would be lurid and sensational; I'd
make sure of that. We won't be able to get a million dollar
settlement, but we should be able to get close to that."
Alison was just starting to process what Nick had said when the phone
rang. It was Mark. "Mom, I couldn't get you on your cell. Thank
goodness you picked up. I'm in jail!"
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