Because of Audrey. Mary Sullivan

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      In high school, when she’d been only fourteen, and too smart and a year ahead of her peers, and already trying to express her individuality with weird clothes, he’d caught a bunch of kids bullying her. Older Noah had given them hell. Even as a young teenager, Noah’s personality had already been set in stone, as though he’d come out of his mother’s womb fully formed. No one Audrey knew had better ethics or morals or stronger convictions, and he wasn’t afraid to act on them.

      When he’d rescued her from the kids making fun of her spiky hair, her big boots and her baggy clothes, when he’d taken her under his brotherly wing, she’d been grateful, but it had been an uphill battle ever since to get him to see her as a grown-up. Maybe that was why they’d stayed friends and nothing more.

      Too bad Noah’s version of support didn’t match what she needed these days. She buried her disappointment and ate her lunch.

      When she left, though, Noah called to her, “Audrey.”

      She turned from the doorway.

      “You know I want only what’s best for you, right?” He smiled, his lips full in the middle of his red beard, but creases furrowed his forehead.

      Oh, Noah. He didn’t even begin to get the similarities between her father and him. Hadn’t they already established that Dad had always wanted what he thought was best for her, too?

      “I understand,” she said to ease his worried frown and left the shop.

      * * *

      GRAY TOSSED HIS pen on to the desk and took a deep, calming breath. Either that, or he would throttle the closest person. Considering that it was Dad’s blameless accountant, that wouldn’t be fair.

      “I tried to talk Harrison out of this innumerable times,” Arnie said. “He wouldn’t budge. He wanted to give his people all of these benefits.”

      “The company can’t afford them, though. I understand Dad’s urge, his largesse, given how long most of his employees have worked for him, but did he have to give them everything? Massages, for God’s sake. Orthodontics. Orthotics. Couldn’t he have chosen a cheaper benefit package? Just eye glasses and dental? Did he have to opt for the whole kit and caboodle?”

      “I used those arguments myself, but he was...” Arnie’s glance slid away.

      “Go ahead. Say it. Dad was stubborn.”

      “Yeah, he was. About this, at any rate.”

      “We have to cancel the contract with the insurance company.”

      If the situation hadn’t been dire, Arnie’s look of horror would have been funny.

      “What?” Gray asked. “We have to.”

      “It’s one thing to fight with a union or a group of employees about implementing this kind of thing, but once it’s done, it just shouldn’t be taken away.”

      Gray took another of his calming breaths. “It’s either that or layoffs, right?”

      Arnie’s mouth became a thin slash in his aging face. “Yes.”

      “Layoffs are the last resort, so we get rid of the benefits.” Gray glanced at his watch. Six o’clock. His head ached. He and Arnie had been hammering away at the budget, making cuts wherever they could, but the benefits package Dad had bought his employees a few years ago was the biggie.

      “Come on,” he said. “Hilary should have everyone gathered by now.”

      He stood and slid the walls of his office open. Many of the employees were already there. Turner Lumber employed over fifty people.

      Some looked relaxed and others tense. Some expected him to be his dad. Others knew he wasn’t.

      “The cashiers are just cashing out their tills downstairs, and then they’ll be up.” Hilary led him to a table she’d set up along the far wall, then took a militant stance. “I put on a pot of coffee and ordered in goodies from the bakery to tide everyone over until dinnertime.”

      The defiance in her voice bugged him. Honest to God, she didn’t get that he wasn’t mean or stingy or hard-hearted, but a realist. Certain things had to change to save the company, but they could still afford doughnuts.

      He was tired of tension in the company and with Hilary. He’d had to call her to task more than once for her spending of company money without his permission.

      Worse, she’d actually called Dad a couple of times to make sure that what Gray was doing was okay with him. The woman needed to screw her head on right. She was either for or against him.

      In the meantime, she ran the everyday details that Gray didn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole. He needed more responsibility in his life like he needed a lobotomy.

      What would the company do without Hilary?

      “Thanks,” he said, to appease her. “It was good of you to think of it.”

      Hilary smiled, but reluctantly.

      To satisfy her further, even though he didn’t have a sweet tooth, he bit into a doughnut. Hilary grinned.

      Stifling a sigh, he turned away to socialize, asking about spouses and children.

      When the last of the employees had finally dribbled in, Gray called for their attention.

      He thanked them for their loyalty over the years and their hard work. Then, with Arnie by his side, he unloaded his bombshell.

      “We’re canceling the benefits package my dad gave to all of you a few years ago.”

      The eruption of complaints hit the rafters, the sound level sending the throbbing in Gray’s temples into overdrive.

      “Cripes,” he mumbled to Arnie. “You’d think I was killing a litter of puppies.”

      “Can I say I told you so? Once you’ve given something to people, they take ownership. You try to take it back and they don’t thank you for having given it to them in the first place. Instead, they think they’re being robbed.” Arnie shrugged. “Human nature.”

      Once Gray got the crowd under control again, he got right to the point. “Here’s the alternative. Layoffs.”

      Again, more grumbling, but this time more subdued. Shock, no doubt.

      “I’m fighting tooth and nail to not have that happen. I’ve kept you all on and plan to continue to do so, but you have to work with me. We need to cut corners like crazy. The economy is bad across the country.”

      Mumbling all around. The employees’ fear smelled metallic, like spilled blood.

      “My concern,” Gray continued, “is that once I let any of you go, you won’t get another job. The retail, hotel and restaurant sectors of Accord are doing well because of tourism, but industry is suffering. We need to fight hard to save Turner Lumber.”

      He stalked to his office and slapped a hand against the office wall he’d slid open earlier. СКАЧАТЬ