Second First Impressions(30)
“He’s a lawsuit waiting to happen,” Rose warns.
Muffled conversation again. “Yes, I’ll tell her,” Jerry says, then returns to the call. “I mentioned when we met that I’ve got a lot going on at the moment. Let me tell you, Ruthie, that golf course site is no hole in one.”
I laugh because he pays my bills.
“Rose has just finished her current project and is now ready to ramp things up and make Providence her new baby.” Jerry says it like I should be delighted. I try to pretend.
“Will she be coming out to see Providence in person? I’d be glad to have her here, so she can see how special it is.” I will make her fall in love with this place if I have to train a string of tortoises to pull her uphill in a sleigh.
Jerry covers the handset and puts this option to Rose. He explains the importance of a site visit, but she cuts him off. Now I hear nothing and my heart is sinking. Rose doesn’t want to see my sparkling lake. She wants this place to remain abstract. Jerry confirms it.
“She prefers to do her review remotely. It’s better to keep her and Teddy separated. Now remember,” Jerry says with humorous mock-sternness, “don’t get dazzled. Anyway, Rose will call you soon.”
He’s not wrong. Rose calls four minutes later and briskly tasks me on running so many reports that the ink in my pen goes scratchy. I’m nervous. Sylvia told me before I left that she specifically didn’t want me messing around with the accounts. I don’t want to come back to another Ruthie disaster, she’d said, and I knew exactly what she meant.
I tell Rose now, “Sylvia checks everything before I send it through to PDC. Everything you have will be right.”
“I want it all again. Now, what Jerry said is really important,” Rose says in her flat, business-like way. “If you are ever made uncomfortable by Teddy, I want you to call me. He’ll move on to greener pastures soon, but in the meantime just stay professional.”
I’ve been really, really unprofessional. The absolute certainty of this makes my chest tight. “Of course. I’ll start work on those reports for you. Could you tell me, though, what is the purpose of a site review? I think you’ve got a lot of this from when PDC acquired Providence.”
“I wasn’t involved in the acquisition and I want to start from the beginning. And before you ask again, I don’t have time to visit. I’m not like my father, traveling coast to coast, wasting time. Everything can be done remotely. I need the login details for the Providence banking accounts, if you can give that to me now.” I think she’s got a pen poised.
“I don’t have that. Only Sylvia does.”
“Only one person has access to the accounts?” Rose finds that strange. “How long has that been the arrangement?”
“Always.” I feel like I’m snitching on Sylvia. I asked her about it early on in my employment, but she told me that she’d tell me when I could be trusted with them.
Rose interrupts my stressing. “I’ll sort out my own access. I also want an understanding of the hiring practices on-site. Take you, for example. Were you thoroughly vetted? Police check, things like that?”
“I’m not sure. It was a long time ago.” There’s a file marked R. Midona in Sylvia’s bottom drawer but I’m scared of it. “I knew Sylvia when I was growing up. There was a vacancy, she talked to me on the phone, and here I am, six years later.” I’m meaning to demonstrate that my hiring was a success.
“Sounds very informal.” Rose does not approve. “I’m going to need to take a look at every policy document you have. Are your systems ISO Quality Accredited? Look, I’ve got another call coming through. My assistant will be in touch with yours.”
“So what did you find out?” Melanie asks as soon as I put the receiver down.
“I found out that we need to tread really carefully.”
I have a meeting reminder pop-up: I am supposed to give Melanie an answer on the Sasaki Method this afternoon. With Rose’s voice still in my ear, the unprofessionalism of this hits me afresh. I click away the reminder and wonder how disappointed Melanie will be when I say no.
“We’re going to be busy these next few weeks. I’m going to be pulling some long hours. I don’t think I’ll have time to even— ” Another reminder pops up. They’re buzzing around me like gnats. This one is about lunch with the Parlonis. “I don’t have time,” I repeat in a hiss.
Melanie knows what I’m doing, and she’s not having it.
“You’ll be doing some long hours, but I will be helping you,” she assures me with her dark eyes intent on mine. “We will get all our work done, and what we do in our own time is our own business. And you’re going to the fancy lunch with Teddy and the Parlonis. Call it a client lunch. Case closed.”
CHAPTER TEN
Teddy arrives fifteen minutes prior to the Fancy Lunch, and he’s wearing the chauffeur outfit that I have seen on many Parloni boys. It’s never looked quite like this, though. “That looks hot on you,” Melanie says like she’s struggling with her tongue. She’s only human. “You look like a stripper-gram.”
He glints the name tag (“Hot Stuff”) at her and I think she’s dazzled by it. “There’s a good reason for that.” He puts his hat and the box containing his tortoise on her desk then looks over at me. “What do you think?”