Job or death in Philadelphia
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Debbie sounded surprised, at the least.
"A polygraph test? Do you mean a `lie detector'? Why do I have to take it? Gamma Woods claimed that the money and jewelry stolen from her when she was getting her stuff ready to move out of the office. Did you read my Irregular Incident Report?"
No, I didn't. Joe neglected to introduce me to it.
"Debbie, I know, it's terribly unfair, and it shouldn't have happened to you. But it happened. That's why we are working for you, to help you become whole again. Of course, it's unfair that you have to take this polygraph test, but this is a powerful tool to show people you're not a liar. By the way, the judge might order this Gamma Woods woman to take the test as well. Tomorrow morning at twelve, I will pick you up and take you there."
Disconnecting, I sighed with relief. The last thing would be for her to find out that I didn't know where the office of Planet Security was.
In deep thoughts, I opened the bathroom door and collided with Alex.
"Are you taking a shower with a phone?" he asked carefully.
"No, I was just checking my e-mails."
"It's a regular phone. It doesn't have a wireless network connection."
"That's why I couldn't check anything," I said coolly, and congratulated myself on a sharp comeback. In the kitchen, I warmed up milk and had it with honey: my best way to get asleep fast.
In the morning, I let myself stay in bed longer than usual, preparing for an important day. Larissa did all the morning routine for the girls and Alexander. In the morning, I let myself stay in bed a bit longer than usual, preparing for an important day. Larissa did all the morning routine for the girls and Alexander. Since I no longer had to wake up at the break of dawn to work and see the kids off to school, I stayed in bed as long as it was humanly possible.
I called Joe's office at a quarter of nine, but nobody answered. He didn't pick up his home phone, either. His cell phone was off. He was probably wearing off his pants in court. Cursing at his cheapness and reluctance to get a secretary, I left two voice messages and sent a text message to his mobile that I needed the exact time and place of the polygraph test.
In the kitchen, our new housemaid, Claudia Peres, was washing the floors. I tiptoed all the way across the wet floor to get my coffee, when I heard an entrance door opening and closing. Next, Elvis galloped into the kitchen, carrying a new toy in his mouth. Somehow, he missed my waking up and tried to make up for it now, jumping at me and offering to share the joy with him. When a hundred pounds of Elvis's muscles hit me in the stomach, I slipped on the wet floor and fell down. The quick-minded dog evaluated my brave movement for a second, and then put his new toy on my face, as I was sitting myself up. The toy, shaped like a life preserver, slid around my head and dropped on my shoulders.
"Oh," Claudia said, entering the kitchen with a brush and a bucket of water. She was a corpulent blonde Latino with a big nose and thick moustache. "Madam, take it off. You shouldn't put garbage on. This stupid dog took it from our front lawn. The other night, somebody dumped old toilets on our property. Jesus Maria, these people have no shame."
"Rachel, how are you today, dear?" Larissa came in, dressed in a long silk jacket and skirt of pale colors. My head mysteriously got stuck inside the ring, and our substitute grandmother rushed to help me take it off. She elegantly negotiated the wet tile floor with her kitten heel shoes.
"Oh," she exclaimed, turning Elvis's toy over. "It looks like a toilet seat. It's used and very dirty. Why would you hang it on your neck, Rachel?"
"Who let the dog out?" I asked indignantly.
"The dog ran away when Joe stopped by. He said he was admiring our landscaping, and asked if we started renovation of the house, because of the toilets sitting there on the front lawn." The old lady poured hot water for her tea and took a piece of paper from her pocket. "He left a note for you."
The note said: 555 Walnut Street at 2 pm.
In the next hour, I took a shower and got dressed for the trip. I wasn't even angry at my boss for his antics. We rarely, if ever, use our front driveway, because it takes too long to wait for the gates to open. This is the worst he could do, I thought. I will get back at him by solving the case and discovering the best material witnesses. The embryo of every lawsuit is greed, jealousy, revenge, or fear. Gamma and Debbie have just met, so there is no jealousy involved. Gamma got an offer for a different job with the company, so it's not greed or revenge that moved Gamma to destroy her new co-worker. Then, what we have left is fear. Gamma is afraid of something. It's plausible that Debbie, during her first orientation week, came across information damaging to Gamma. It was something that made Gamma believe that it was easier to get rid of the woman than to let her stay with the company with this information.
In the hallway, Claudia stopped me and asked me to call the township and ask them to remove the trash off the lawn. With a promise to call, I jumped into my Jaguar and took off, before something else came up.
I was driving along Pike Street towards Debbie's house when somebody honked at me. Looking around for an idiot, I saw Debbie in her gray Ford minivan waving madly at me. I parked and crossed the street to talk to her. The poor woman was shaking.
"Rachel, I've got a call from Matthew's school. Kids saw him in the woods behind the school, trying to set trees on fire. I have to get there before the police. I know how to stop him."
I got in her van, expecting to sit in filth. A single working mom with three kids doesn't have time for vacuuming the car. However, the van was spotless and even smelled good inside.
"Debbie, what exactly were they looking for when they hired you at NOSE?" I asked.
"Well, first they needed a native English speaker to teach ESL. I have some experience teaching English, since as a student I took a two-month trip to Mexico, where I volunteered as a teacher. It was a fun thing to do. After I agreed to take the job and had an interview with a human resources person, they gave me a new job description. It turned out that my position was called ESL Teacher/Job Developer, and that four days a week I was supposed to search for jobs for immigrants who are the clients of the company. In my mind, before I even started working, helping people to get decent jobs was like charity. If you know what I mean?"
I nodded.
She took a sip from her water bottle. "On May 4th, my first day of work, I received a fresh job description that ran on for two pages. Honestly, I worked for a couple of huge corporations in New York, and in other places, and I never saw a job description running through two pages. Besides teaching daily, consulting with students and developing new instruction materials, I'm supposed to hunt for jobs for immigrants, contact businesses and government agencies, and also recruit immigrants and refugees to become clients of this program. Also, I need to locate agencies and organizations, public and private, traditional and nontraditional, and pursue them in collaboration with this company. Besides, I have to perform case-working duty and to do clients' intake, to maintain voluminous case documentation."