Melissa Good - Hurricane Watch

Hurricane Watch

Melissa Good

Yellow Rose Books

Nederland, Texas

ALSO BY MELISSA GOOD

Dar and Kerry Series

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Copyright © 2001 by Melissa Good

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. The characters, incidents and dialogue herein are fictional and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

ISBN 978-1-935053-00-2

“author's cut” edition, revised, and expanded First Printing 2008

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Cover design by Donna Pawlowski

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Chapter

One

THE OFFICE WAS mostly silent, save the faint scratching of a pen on paper and the soft, distinctive hum of the computer on the desk. It was a room filled with warm mahogany wood. On one side there was a small conference table surrounded by chairs, and a discreet credenza where a pitcher of water and a set of glasses rested on trays. In the rear center, there was a desk, its back facing a large, floor to ceiling window which afforded a horizon view of a choppy, greenish blue Atlantic Ocean.

Seated at the desk was a tall, dark haired woman, dressed in a conservative gray skirt and white silk shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up past her elbows, exposing tanned, muscular forearms. Draped over the back of the chair was a gray blazer, and the dark head was propped up on one fist, while the other hand curled about a busily moving pen. One paper was completed, and then turned over coming to rest next to a small aquarium where two suspicious Siamese fighting fish swam languidly, sparing occasional fishy eyes for the desk’s tenant.

”Twelve down, eighteen to go.” Dar sighed, scratching her jaw with the edge of the pen. ”You’d think we’d have gotten our staff evaluations on computer by now.” She paused, and then punched a button on the large console phone on her desk. ”Mari?”

”Yes. Hello, Dar. Good afternoon.” The Personnel Vice President’s voice was relaxed and friendly. “How are you?”

”Mind if I ask why one of the largest, goddamn IS companies in the world can’t put its evals on the intranet?” Dar asked, testily. ”Do you know how much faster it would be?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks. How’s Kerry?”

“Electronic forms, Mari. I already used up my social ten seconds today.”

“Ah, Dar,” Mariana sighed, as though she’d been answering that very question all day long, which she had. ”If we did that, how would we comply with the regulation that dictates we make sure all our senior staff knows how to write longhand?” she inquired lightly. ”Now, now, you shouldn’t complain. You only have thirty people you’re directly responsible for. Think how José must feel. He has two hundred.”

Dar considered this, chewing the end of her pen. ”You’re right.

That put me in a much better mood.” She chuckled. ”He must be tearing 2

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what’s left of his hair out.”

”You’re not kidding.” Mari sighed. ”Actually, the reason they’re not e-forms is because there were some concerns about employee security. The e-forms might be accessible by people on the intranet that really shouldn’t be able to read them.”

”Oh.” Dar thought about that. ”So, I probably shouldn’t tell you that I just passed by the main printer room and saw all of José’s completed forms that he had his secretary type in for him printing out?”

Mari sighed aggrievedly.

”It was like a feeding frenzy in there.” Dar grinned at the phone.

“I’m surprised we don’t have Metro Dade downstairs treating a hundred cases of terminal paper cut.”

”And you didn’t stop it? Come on, Dar, you’re supposed to be the responsible management up there.”

”Hey, how was I supposed to know that wasn’t a new sales incentive of his?” Dar asked, reasonably. ”After all, I fill out mine longhand.”

”Jesu. All right, I could use a cup of coffee anyway. I’ll wander down there.” Mariana exhaled. ”How are you doing?”

”Bout halfway,” Dar lied.

”Uh huh.” Mariana sounded supremely unconvinced. ”Why do all you guys have to wait until the last minute?”

”Because it’s such a pain in the ass, Mari.” Dar responded, exasperatedly. ”Tell Houston to get their anal pusses into the 21st Century with the rest of us, and put these damn things online. If they’d migrate to Linux, security wouldn’t be a goddamned problem!”

”Can you spell that phonetically, Dar? I’m sending them a carrier pigeon,” Mariana responded, in a serious voice. ”All right, I’ll put in a recommendation, again, for the forms to be changed to e-forms.”

”Thanks,” Dar grumped. ”Gotta go.” She hung up, and went back to her task. Each form had fifty categories in which she had to grade her employees, and a comments section which by regulation had to be filled in. ”Jesus Christ,” she sighed, riffling through the stack. ”Can’t I just send in a slip of paper that says ‘If they’re not fired, they’re fine?’” she complained to the fish, who wiggled their fins at her.

”No, huh.” She bent her head to the paper, then reached out and snagged a piece of dried fruit from a cobalt blue dish on her desktop and nibbled it.

A tap at the outer door was a welcome interruption. ”C’mon in,”

she called out, looking up to see her secretary poke her head in. ”Maria, have we gotten the status reports from marketing yet?”

The short, older woman shook her head. ”Nada and I have called that new facilitatoria there three times.” She walked across the carpeted floor and put several folders into Dar’s inbox. ”Three new accounts.

Kerrisita is going to be busy this week.”

”Mm,” Dar agreed, a faint grin tugging at her lips. ”Hang on.” She Hurricane Watch

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punched a number into the phone. It rang twice and then a perky voice answered. ”I need to talk to José,” Dar stated crisply.

”I’m sorry. He’s in conference right now,” the voice answered.

”Tell him to get out of the john and onto the phone or he’ll have me in there hunting him down in thirty seconds,” Dar replied, pitching her voice lower. “With a web cam.”

Dead silence. ”One moment, please.”

Dar waited, checking her watch. She tilted her head and regarded her admin, who had a discrete hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. “I’m waiting,” she barked, after about twenty seconds.

At twenty two, the line picked up. ”What the hell, Dar?” José snarled.

”I need those status reports,” Dar snarled right back. ”And I frankly don’t have the time to have my goddamned staff running around the building chasing down your staff to get them.”

In the silence, she could hear his heavy breathing. She waited making a few more comments on the sheet she was working on, and munching another piece of dried fruit. ”I’m waiting,” she commented crisply.

”Hold on.” The line went to music, and Dar hummed along, selecting a pecan from the dish and pushing it towards Maria. ”Want some trail mix?”