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I wish he would use her name, Marjory. “That woman” sounds as if she had done something wrong.
“She probably wouldn’t like him anyway, but he doesn’t want to face that — he’d rather blame you. That is, if he’s the one doing all this.” He glances down at his pocket set. “From the information we have on him, he’s had a series of low-level jobs, sometimes quitting and sometimes being fired… his credit rating’s low… he could see himself as a failure and be looking for someone to blame for everything.”
I never thought of normal people as needing to explain their failures. I never thought of them as having failures.
“We’ll send someone to pick you up, Mr. Arrendale,” he says. “Call this number when you’re ready to leave for home.” He hands me a card. “We aren’t going to post a guard here, your corporate security’s good enough, but do believe me — you need to be careful.”
It is hard to go back to work when he is gone, but I focus on my project and accomplish something before it is time to leave and call for a ride.
Pete Aldrin took a deep breath after Crenshaw left his office, in a rage about the “stuck-up cop” who had come to interview Lou Arrendale, and picked up the phone to call Human Resources. “Bart—” That was the name Paul had suggested in Human Resources, a young and inexperienced employee who would certainly ask around for directions and help. “Bart, I need to arrange some time off for my entire Section A; they’re going to be involved in a research project.”
“Whose?” Bart asked.
“Ours — first human trial of a new product aimed at autistic adults. Mr. Crenshaw considers this a top priority in our division, so I’d really appreciate it if you’d expedite setting up indefinite leave. I think that’d be best; we don’t know how long it will take—”
“For all of them? At once?”
“They may go through the protocol staggered; I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know when the consent forms are signed. But it’ll be at least thirty days—”
“I don’t see how—”
“Here’s the authorization code. If you need Mr. Crenshaw’s signature—”
“It’s just not—”
“Thanks,” Aldrin said, and hung up. He could imagine Bart looking puzzled and alarmed both, then ru
“I need to arrange for direct deposit of Section A’s salaries into their banks while they’re on indefinite leave—”
“Pete, I told you: that’s not how it works. You have to have clearance—”
“Mr. Crenshaw considers it a top priority. I have the project authorization code and I can get his signature—”
“But how am I supposed to—”
“Can’t you just say they’re working at a secondary location? That wouldn’t require any changes to the existing departmental budgets.”
He could hear her sucking her teeth over the phone. “I could, I guess, if you told me where the secondary location was.”
“Building Forty-two, Main Campus.”
A moment’s silence, then, “But that’s the clinic, Pete. What ate you trying to pull? Double-dipping for company employees as research subjects?”
“I’m not trying to pull anything,” Aldrin said as huffily as he could. “I’m trying to expedite a project Mr. Crenshaw feels strongly about. They won’t be double-dipping if they get the salary and not the honoraria.”
“I have my doubts,” Shirley said. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks,” Aldrin said, and hung up again. He was sweating; he could feel it ru
Human Resources, Accounting… Legal and Research had to come next. He rummaged through the papers Crenshaw had left until he found the chief scientist’s name on the protocol. Liselle Hendricks… not, he noticed, the man who had been sent to talk to the volunteers. Dr. Ransome was listed as “physician liaison, recruitment” in the list of associated technical staff.
“Dr. Hendricks,” Aldrin said a few minutes later. “I’m Pete Aldrin, over in Analysis. I’m in charge of Section A, where your volunteers are coming from. Do you have the consent forms ready yet?”
“What are you talking about?” Dr. Hendricks asked. “If you want volunteer recruitment, you need Extension three-thirty-seven. I don’t have anything to do with it.”
“You are the chief scientist, aren’t you?”
“Yes…” Aldrin could imagine the woman’s puzzled face.
“Well, I’m just wondering when you’ll send over the consent forms for the volunteers.”
“Why should I send them to you?” Hendricks asked. “Dr. Ransome is supposed to take care of that.”
“Well, they all work here,” Aldrin said. “Might be simpler.”
“All in one section?” Hendricks sounded more surprised than Aldrin expected. “I didn’t know that. Isn’t that going to give you some problems?”
“I’ll manage,” Aldrin said, forcing a chuckle. “After all, I’m a manager.” She did not respond to the joke, and he went on. “Now the thing is, they haven’t all made up their minds. I’m sure they will, what with… one thing and another, but anyway—”
Hendricks’s voice sharpened. “What do you mean, with one thing and another? You’re not putting pressure on them, are you? It would not be ethical—”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Aldrin said. “Of course no one can be forced to cooperate, we’re not talking about any kind of coercion, of course, but these are difficult times, economically speaking, Mr. Crenshaw says—”
“But… but—” It was almost a splutter.
“So if you could get those forms to me promptly, I’d really appreciate it,” Aldrin said, and hung up. Then he quickly dialed Bart, the man Crenshaw had told him to contact.
“When are you going to have those consent forms?” he said. “And what kind of schedule are we talking about? Have you talked to Accounting about the payroll issues? Have you talked to Human Resources?”
“Er… no.” Bart sounded too young to be important, but he was probably a Crenshaw appointee. “I just thought, I think Mr. Crenshaw said he — his section — would be taking care of the details. All I was supposed to do was make sure they qualified for the protocol over here. Consent forms, I’m not sure we have them drafted yet—”
Aldrin smiled to himself. Bart’s confusion was a bonus; any manager might easily go over the head of such a disorganized little twit. He had his excuse now for calling Hendricks; if he was lucky — and he felt lucky — no one would realize which one he’d called first.
Now the question was when to go higher. He would prefer to carry the whole tale just when rumors were begi
His stomach churned; he ate two antacid tablets.