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Sean and Mickey continued to discuss their tactics for the rescue as Amanda checked Sean’s e-mail and noticed a new message from Bryce Pierre.
“Bryce Pierre has sent out an e-mail,” she told Sean. Do you want me to read it to you?”
“Yeah, let’s see what he had to say.”
Amanda started reading aloud;
‘To: All employees of Wallace Enterprises
From: Bryce Pierre – Attorney at Law
Subject: Insubordination
As the legal representative for Wallace Enterprises and its owner Sean Wallace, I have been asked to remind all employees of their role within the organization.
Wallace Enterprises is divided into three divisions; Hospitality, Retail, and Communications. These divisions are comprised of multiple independent companies operating under their own management, brand and banner, but they are all wholly owned by Wallace Enterprises. Wallace Enterprises, in turn, is wholly owned by Sean Wallace. Consequently, every employee of a Wallace Enterprises company reports in the end to Mr. Wallace.
The final authority for all decisions related to any Wallace Enterprises division, company or employee continues to reside solely with Sean Wallace, although he expects you all to recognize this authority is shared equally with Mrs. Amanda Wallace from this day forward.
All employees of Wallace Enterprises are hereby notified that any hesitation or failure to comply with direct instructions or requests from Sean or Amanda Wallace will be deemed insubordinate and subject to immediate termination.
Questions concerning this memorandum should be directed to your immediate manager or human resources.’
“Let’s see how it works,” said Amanda as she used Mickey’s phone to try to reach Keith Longo. Dialing the number taken from Sean’s phone she waited for her call to be answered.
“Mr. Morris’ office,” came the greeting as the call was answered.
“Good day,” said Amanda. “I’m trying to reach Keith Longo”
“Keith Longo is no longer with us. Mark Morris is now Vice President of Hospitality.”
“When did Keith leave the company?” asked Amanda.
“May I ask who is calling?” said the secretary.
“My name is Amanda Wallace. May I ask what your name is?”
“My name is Nina Aldaco. How can I help you?”
“Nina, do you have e-mail?”
“Sure,” said Nina.
“Will you please check your e-mail and tell me if you have received one recently from a Bryce Pierre?”
“Okay, hold on.” There was a brief pause before she said, “Yes, I just received it about five minutes ago.”
“Please read it now,” said Amanda. “Let me know when you are done.”
Amanda could almost see Nina’s lips moving as she envisioned her reading the e-mail.
“I’m done,” Nina said. “What does the e-mail have to do with Keith Longo? He’s no longer with the company.”
“Nina, my name is Amanda Wallace. Did you notice me being mentioned in the e-mail from Bryce Pierre?”
“I saw your name, yes.”
“Do you understand that Sean Wallace owns the company that you work for and that he has final authority on all decisions made relative to the operation of the company?”
“I understand that he owns the company, but in the six months that I have been here, I have never met Mr. Wallace, so I wouldn’t know him if he stood in front of me right now. Furthermore, he may own the company, but I report directly to Mr. Morris, and until instructed otherwise by someone who I do know and recognize as having the proper authority tells me otherwise, that is where my first responsibility lies.”
“Nina, please put this Mr. Morris on the phone.”
“I cannot tell Mr. Morris to take a call from you or anyone else. I can inform him that you are on the phone and see if he wants to talk to you. Would you like me to do that?”
Amanda respected the way this assistant was standing up to her. “Yes please.”
“I’ll see if he is available.” She placed Amanda on hold. When she came back, she asked, “Can I tell Mr. Morris what this is regarding?”
“Why don’t you tell him it is regarding the e-mail from Bryce Pierre to start with?”
“Okay, hold on.” After only a few seconds she was back. “Mr. Morris asks for me to take a message.”
“Nina, I am not requesting any longer. You will get Mr. Morris on this phone immediately or your employment is terminated. Sean Wallace owns the company you work for Nina, and I am Mrs. Wallace. Do you need me to spell things out for you any clearer than that?”
“If you are who you say you are and want to fire me for doing my job then please do. I wouldn’t want to work for you anyway. Hold on,” she said as she once again placed Amanda on hold.
“This is Mark Morris. Who am I speaking with?” The voice she heard had such an insignificant tonal quality and was so devoid of inflection that Amanda was surprised it could be carried over telephone lines.
“Mr. Morris, my name is Amanda Wallace. If you have taken the time to read the e-mail from Bryce Pierre, you should know who I am.”
“Actually, you are some strange voice on the other end of a telephone line and I have no evidence that you are anyone I should even be talking with,” said Morris.
“Fair enough, Mr. Morris. Your employment with Wallace Enterprises is hereby terminated. You will have ten minutes to vacate the building before I have you arrested for trespassing. Please take Nina Aldaco with you.”
“Now wait a minute,” Morris said. “How am I supposed to know who you really are?
“That’s your problem. I tried to be professional and civil with both you and your little gargoyle, but neither Sean nor I will tolerate insubordination. If you question my authority you can take it up with the police officers who will be arriving shortly to escort you from the building.”
“Okay, okay,” he said. “I believe you are who you say you are. What can I do for you?”
“I need you to arrange for 30 rooms at one of our properties in the Atlanta area for five nights starting tonight, preferably all on the same floor. I don’t care if you have to relocate guests to other properties, cancel reservations or kick people out. Your instructions are to find me the rooms, period. Understood?”
“May I ask why?” said Morris.
“Certainly, and the reason is one that you need to remember for the future. The reason is that your boss told you to. Any further questions?”
“No,” said Morris through gritted teeth. “How do you want me to confirm the rooms and the location to you?”
“Send an e-mail to Sean’s e-mail address with the details. You haven’t impressed me so far Mr. Morris, let’s see if you can do better. Goodbye.”
Amanda handed the phone back to Mickey. “That should be taken care of,” she said.
Sean looked at her in the rearview mirror. “You were talking to someone named Mark Morris?”
Amanda nodded. “Apparently he replaced Keith Longo. I take it you knew nothing about the change?”
“If I did, it wouldn’t have happened. How could anyone think that I would ever let Mark Morris work for one of my companies?”
“Why?” asked Amanda.
“Mark Morris is the guy that was pretending to be Kimberly’s brother,” said Sean.
“Sean, I’m beginning to think that we have some serious personnel issues to deal with.”
“Yes Mrs. Wallace, I think we do.”
Tom Folsom was recovering from his latest sexual tryst with Kimberly Morris (nee DuPont) when his cell phone rang. Kimberly handed him the phone from the bedside table as she left the bed, walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Folsom saw from his caller ID that the call was from Kimberly’s husband and smiled as he answered, “What’s up Mark?”
“It looks like our Boy Scout has resurfaced and he appears to have brought a missus Boy Scout back with him. You need to check the e-mail that Bryce Pierre just sent out. Now it appears there’s more than one. Hold on, let me read this new one.”
While Morris read the new e-mail, Folsom went to his laptop on the desk in the bedroom and logged into his own e-mail account. Kimberly came out of the bathroom with a damp washcloth and began to silently clean the remnants of their sex from him as he read the messages.
“You don’t have any idea who this Amanda Wallace is?” asked Folsom. Kimberly raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“No clue,” said Morris. “She certainly believes she has some authority though. I can tell you that she has an accent; it sounded British but it may have been Australian. I’ve never been good at distinguishing the difference between the two. If she is to be believed, she will not tolerate anything short of immediate and full compliance with her orders. I didn’t want to test her too much when she called me.”
“Has anyone heard from the Boy Scout himself?” asked Folsom.
“Apparently he made arrangements earlier today through his assistant Maureen to fly someone named Gideon James from Dulles to Bainbridge, Georgia.”
Kimberly saw the reaction to whatever her husband had told Folsom before Morris heard it in his response, “Did you say Gideon James and he was being flown to Bainbridge?”
“That’s what I was told,” replied Morris.
“See what other information you can dig up on the reason for the flight arrangements, and do it quickly. We may have bigger problems than a meddlesome owner showing up.” Looking down at Kimberly as she started trying to restore his arousal with her mouth he added, “Have you spoken to anyone else about any of this yet?”
“No,” said Morris. “I assume Kimberly is still with you, so you can share what you want with her.” Mark knew exactly what his wife and Tom Folsom did while together. He had been their cuckold since he and Kimberly met, and accepted his role willingly.
“I’ll discuss it with her when the time is right. I think the three of us need to have a conference call with Bryce Pierre this afternoon.”
“Got it. Talk to you later.”
Kimberly removed her mouth from Folsom when she saw that her efforts were not achieving the desired results. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“You may want to read these two e-mails and then we’ll see if we can start figuring out what’s going on together.”
He stood from the chair so that she could sit down in front of the laptop. She opened the oldest e-mail from Bryce Pierre first. “Did that son of a bitch marry someone?” she seethed. “Who is this Amanda Wallace?”
“It appears that she and Sean are husband and wife from the content and tone of Pierre’s email. Your husband said that she has an accent, either British or Australian, and she expects people to do what she says when she says it.”
Folsom nudged Kimberly out of the chair and took her place, “You better get dressed and on your way. I need for you to be in your own office before I arrange a conference call with Pierre.”
Kimberly’s anger had replaced her own arousal so Folsom received no argument from her as she went back into the bathroom and started the shower.
Sean turned his attention back to the road. They had been on Interstate 75 for the last ten minutes so he and Mickey had been watching for the target truck being followed by a blue van. He called his uncle for a location update.
Kirby gave them the latest, “The target truck is in the far-right lane approaching exit 117 so you’re about ten miles back. There is road construction that has the highway reduced to three lanes at that point. Your vehicle description has been sent to all the local authorities, so you have a green light to push your speed as circumstances allow.”
“How soon can you coordinate a conference call with the three other trucks?”
“I want to confirm a couple of other arrangements for your support first. Let’s shoot for about ten minutes from now and I’ll bring everyone in on a conference call from here,” said Kirby.
“Sounds good. Talk to you then.”
When Sean disconnected the call, Amanda asked him if she could use his phone to check his e-mail for a confirmation from Mark Morris.
“Sure,” said Sean. “While you have it, you may want to call Brian Hibbert. He is in charge of IT support for my sporting goods retail operation, ‘Wilderness Outfitters’. His office is in Alpharetta, Georgia so depending on the hotel we stay at he will be within an hour’s drive from us. Ask him to get you set up with an e-mail account with Wallace Enterprises, then tell him what you would like for a cell phone, laptop and anything else you want. Tell him we want it prepared to be delivered to you tonight at the latest.”
“Thank you, Sean, that would make things, much easier for me.”
“Nothing’s too good for Mrs. Wallace,” Sean grinned at her.
Mickey’s expression was turning more and more stoic as Sean and Amanda continued their charade of being husband and wife, but she didn’t say anything.
Amanda found an e-mail from Mark Morris and after reading it relayed the information to Sean and Mickey, “Mr. Morris’ tone denotes a need for some attitude adjustment but he has confirmed thirty rooms for us at a hotel called ‘Wonderland Inn and Suites’ off Interstate 20, near someplace called ‘Six Flags over Georgia”.
“The girls will like that place,” said Sean. “The ‘Wonderland’ brand is our family-oriented chain. We try to place them near amusement parks and other attractions popular with families. The rooms and amenities are tailored more for children than hotels that cater to business travelers.”
“Let me call Mr. Morris back and let him know that I received the information,” said Amanda, but she didn’t wait for a response before dialing the phone.
“Mr. Morris’ office.”
Amanda recognized Nina’s voice. “Hello, Nina. This is Amanda Wallace again. May I speak with Mr. Morris please?”
“Certainly Mrs. Wallace, I’ll get him for you. Please hold on.”
Mark Morris was on the phone within seconds, “Mrs. Wallace?”
“Mr. Morris, I wanted to thank you for your assistance with the rooms. That is exactly the type of performance Sean and I will expect from all of our employees in the future. I look forward to meeting you in the very near future. You did receive notice that we will be calling a manager’s meeting soon, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. Does this mean that you and Mr. Wallace will be taking a more hands-on role from now on?”
“I am not going to discuss our intentions with you, Mr. Morris, because they are not your concern. Just keep doing your job and following directions given to you and the future will take care of itself. How long have you been in your current position Mr. Morris?”
“I have been here six months”
“And what happened to Keith Longo to make your position available to you?”
“Keith was discharged,” said Morris.
“Interesting,” said Amanda. “I’m sure that Sean would have mentioned it to me if he discharged one of our vice presidents, so maybe you can enlighten me as to who other than either Mr. Wallace or I feel that they had the authority to discharge Keith Longo.”
“I wasn’t with the company at the time, so I can’t say who made the decision,” said Morris but his wavering voice implied that he did.
“Well then,” Amanda continued, “Assuming that the same person who felt they had the authority to fire Keith Longo also felt that they had the authority to hire his replacement, maybe you can tell me who it was that hired you?”
Morris knew that Tom Folsom would not be pleased but he saw no way to avoid answering the question posed to him, “I was hired by Tom Folsom.”
“Ah yes, the elusive Mr. Tom Folsom. Tell me, Mr. Morris, are you loyal to Mr. Folsom?”
“Sure, I guess. He’s treated me well and I respect him, so yeah I would say I’m loyal to him.”
“That’s fine. Now tell me if you are more loyal to Mr. Folsom than you are to Mr. Wallace and me? I mean, your history of deception where Sean is concerned would surely make us curious don’t you think?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Morris.
“Do you intend to blame Kimberly DuPont for all the deception, Mr. Morris?”
He was silent so long that Amanda decided to prompt him, “How is Kimberly by the way?”
His response was so low that Amanda barely heard it, “She’s fine.”
“How does she feel about you working for Sean?”
“Well, I have been reporting to Tom Folsom since I started so it hasn’t been an issue for us yet.”
“Do you think it will be an issue once the proper chain of command is re-established?”
“Reporting to you or Sean will be a bigger issue for her than for me,” he offered.
“How so?” Amanda asked.
“Kimberly was hired to replace Marilyn Turner as vice president of the Communications division at the same time I was hired for my position.”
“Was Marilyn Turner also discharged?” asked Amanda.
“Yes.”
“Interesting. Mr. Morris, when you happen to speak to Mr. Folsom please let him know that I would like to chat with him at his earliest convenience or by the end of business today, whichever occurs first.”
“I’ll pass your request along...”
Amanda’s voice became very firm and tight, “Mr. Morris, do not ever confuse a direct order from me as a ‘request’. Is that clear?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Good. Thank you again for arranging for the rooms.” She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Sean.
“It appears that this Tom Folsom fellow has initiated a mutiny of sorts within your company, Sean,” said Amanda. “What do you know about him?”
“We’ll discuss it later,” said Sean, dismissing the subject with obvious irritation in his voice. “You forgot to call Brian Hibbert.” He handed the phone back to her. “Please make it quick.”
Amanda wasn’t offended by Sean’s tone as she took the phone back, scrolled through the contact list until she found the right number, and then hit “dial”.
“IT, Brian speaking.”
“Hello Brian, my name is Amanda Wallace.”
“Hello, Mrs. Wallace. Congratulations to you and Sean. What can I do for you?”
“Sean asked me to call you to have you set me up with a corporate e-mail account and to see if you could provide me with a cell phone and laptop computer.”
“It would be my pleasure. I’ll get your e-mail account established immediately. Your user name will be your first name and last name separated by a period at Wallace dot com. Your temporary password will be today’s date, entering two digits for both the month and day but four digits for the year. No spaces or symbols.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Amanda said.
“What type of cell phone and laptop would you like?” Brian asked.
“I think things would be simplest if you were to get me the same models for both as Sean currently has. That way we can share accessories, chargers, and be able to seamlessly move between each other’s units.” Amanda enjoyed the permanence that her request implied.
“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I can see how Sean would have been attracted to you. You obviously have great common sense and make very wise choices.”
“Thank you, Brian, I am flattered. How soon can you have the items ready?”
“I have the items available now. The cell phone will need to be activated and have a number assigned to it, but my rep with the cell phone company should be able to handle that within half an hour. With your permission, I will go ahead and set up and then synchronize your e-mail account on it.”
“That would be appreciated, Brian. Thank you”
“My pleasure. The laptop is also available but it will take about two hours to burn the standard image files onto the hard drive.”
“That’s wonderful Brian. Would you be able to have the items couriered to me at the Wonderland Inn and Suites off Interstate 20 near Six Flags as soon as they’re ready? If I haven’t checked in yet, just leave them with the front desk for me.”
“Consider it done. Is there anything else that I can do for you, Mrs. Wallace?”
“Not at the moment, but I may be calling on you for some additional IT projects soon.”
“I look forward to meeting you. Take care.”
Amanda handed the phone back to Sean once again. He nodded and smiled at her as he paired the hands-free Bluetooth one more time and also plugged in the charger to the cigarette lighter so that he wouldn’t have to worry about the battery going dead on them. Sean had also liked the permanence that Amanda’s request implied, and he felt proud that others were as impressed with his “wife” as he was.
Mickey continued to observe Sean’s responses to Amanda. She had to admit that Amanda certainly knew how to handle herself and to effectively impart her will onto others, using either kindness or intimidation when each was called for. She had a smile that inspired servitude, without arrogance or entitlement. Each interaction that Sean had observed between Amanda and another person had obviously increased his admiration for her. Her “Adam, come try a taste of this apple” smile had been saved exclusively for Sean, and it had worked its magic. It was also obvious that Amanda worshiped Sean and she made no secret of her devotion to him. For two people who had known each other for only a few hours, there was a clear and visible bond, and much to Mickey’s dismay, it seemed to be growing by the minute. Amanda was about to impress her and Sean even further.
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