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Parnell Hall: The Naked Typist

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Steve sat. As he did, he noticed Phil Danby had moved in and was standing to the left of the desk.

Castleton’s eyes flicked to Danby, then back to Steve. “Talk.”

“I’m Steve Winslow. I’m representing Kelly Blaine.”

Castleton looked Steve up and down. “Are you with Legal Aid?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I have a private practice.”

Castleton frowned. “That’s bad.”

“Why?”

“If you have a private practice, you must be good. You look like a jerk. If you can dress like that and still get clients, you must be pretty sharp. Which means you’re going to give me a hard time.” Castleton smiled. “I don’t like sharp lawyers who give me a hard time.”

“My client’s the one who had the hard time.”

“So you say.” Castleton sighed. “All right. Let’s have it.”

“Miss Blaine worked for you.”

There was a pause. Castleton said nothing.

“Do you concede Kelly Blaine worked for you?”

Milton Castleton smiled. “Concede?” he said. He shook his head. “I was right. You lawyers. Always want to sound like you’re winning. Concede. I don’t concede anything. Kelly Blaine worked for me. If that’s a concession, I’ll eat it.”

“Miss Blaine left your employment today.”

“So I understand.”

“You weren’t here?”

“No, I was not.”

“The circumstances of her leaving were unfortunate.”

“They always are.”

“Some more than others. In this case, Miss Blaine was frightened into leaving. So much so that she left some of her possessions behind.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Milton Castleton nodded. “I will have to look into the matter. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.”

Steve Winslow stared at Castleton a moment. The emaciated face was bland, composed. There was an innocent serenity about him, like some elderly relative who had been propped up in the drawing room to have tea with the family but who had no idea what was really going on.

Which was disconcerting. Steve Winslow had come prepared to fight. But Milton Castleton’s indifference left him with nothing to push against. Steve knew it was a charade, an act, a business tactic on Castleton’s part. Still, it was hard to deal with.

Steve pulled himself together. Never mind the guy looks half-dead. This is not a kindly old relative. This is a dirty old man.

Steve glanced around. On one side wall there was a huge computer system that seemed anachronistic in that office. On the other side wall there was a rectangular curtain. It was shut. Steve got up, walked over to it, yanked it open.

Behind it was a picture window overlooking the adjoining office. The room was dark, but still Steve could make out the desk and chair lined up directly in front of the curtained window.

Steve was surprised. He realized that in hearing Kelly Blaine’s story he had envisioned a desk with a typewriter. Instead, a CRT screen with a keyboard sat on the desk. Kelly Blaine naturally had worked on a word processor.

Steve Winslow turned back to Castleton. “Let’s cut the charade.” He jerked his thumb at the window. “Kelly Blaine told me the details of her employment. And the details of her leaving it. They are not pleasant. You have her clothes and you have her purse. I want those and I want compensation.”

“Oh?” Castleton said. “Compensation for what? She wasn’t fired, she quit.”

“I’m not talking about severance pay.”

“Oh? Then what are you talking about?”

Steve took a breath. “Let’s cut the shit, Mr. Castleton. Let’s talk about the window in the wall and the fact the woman was working nude.”

Castleton’s eyebrows raised. “Is that your angle? Is that your idea-blackmail? Mr. Winslow, there’s nothing you can say about me that’s not already been said. You wanna make a stink about the manner in which my secretary dressed, you’ll only hurt her, not me. Frankly, I don’t give a damn.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve said. He jerked his thumb at Phil Danby. “What about him?”

“What about him?”

“He’s your employee?”

“I’m sure he prefers the term business associate, but yes, if you want to call him that.”

“As his employer, you’re responsible for his actions.”

“So?”

“In this instance we have a case of sexual harassment, sexual assault, attempted rape. My client was subjected to violence and the threat of bodily harm. She was humiliated and ejected from your premises with no wherewithal whatsoever-in fact, stark naked. Her cause of action against you for emotional and mental stress alone could run in the millions of dollars.”

Castleton frowned. “Phil, what is this man talking about?”

Danby shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Oh really?” Steve said. “Are you denying you threw my client out of this apartment earlier today?”

Castleton held up his hand. “Now, Phil, you don’t have to answer his questions. You are responsible only to me. So for my benefit, rather than his, would you please tell me what happened this afternoon.”

“It’s just as I told you before.”

“Tell me again.”

“Very well. I was in your office going over some documents when the buzzer rang.”

“Buzzer?” Steve said.

“Yes,” Danby said. He shot a look at Castleton. “I suppose I should explain.” He turned to Steve. “There is no phone in the secretary’s office, no intercom, no means of communication. Which is fine, because there’s no need for any communication.

“Unless, of course, something goes wrong. A technical problem with the computer. Or the cassette recorder. Something like that. In that event, the typist needs to contact us. And she is under instructions not to leave the room and wander the apartment. So, in the event that she needs something, she can buzz us to open the door.”

Danby shrugged. “And that’s what happened. The buzzer went off. I figured it was a computer glitch, or something, I needed to fix. There’s no connecting door. Only one door to the secretary’s office. So I went out in the hallway, took my key and unlocked the door.”

“And what happened then?” Castleton asked.

“I opened the door and Miss Blaine was standing there naked. Well, that was a shock. The typists have strict instructions. In the event something was wrong and they needed help they were to be fully dressed before they buzzed. Kelly Blaine had not done that. I was, of course, shocked and embarrassed, and I didn’t know what she was doing.

“But I found out. She came on to me. I’d told her Mr. Castleton was going to be away for the day. And she said since he wasn’t here there was no reason we shouldn’t take a break together.”

“Bullshit,” Steve said.

Castleton held up his hand. “Let’s hear the rest.”

“Well,” Danby said. “That was it. Mr. Castleton has strict rules. And that was one of them. A man in his position, it’s only natural people would try to take advantage of him. Put him in a compromising situation.

“She’d been told this. She knew at the slightest bit of an indiscretion she’d be out. I guess she figured I wouldn’t tell.

“She figured wrong. I told her so. Mr. Castleton would know of this and she was through.

“And she went crazy. Screaming, kicking, crying, hysterical. I tried to calm her down, but there was nothing I could do. The woman had lost it. She pushed by me, actually knocked me down, and ran out of the office. I got up and ran out in the hall just in time to see the front door close. By the time I got to the door, she was gone.

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