Dear readers. This is the most complex story I've ever done. It's over 60K words long. That being said, no volunteer editor would touch a story of such length. So, I'm sure there are typos and missed used words. Try to keep the pissing and moaning to reasonable levels. Please enjoy part two of 'I'll always catch you.'
Chapter Thirty-one
With the New Year right around the corner, Becky and her boyfriend Bruce, invited us along with some of their friends to celebrate the New Year at Bruce's cabin. There were about a half-dozen people there, all around our age, and we had a grand time as we watched the ball drop in Times Square. We spent the night, and on the first day of the New Year, we ate sauerkraut and pork, pumpkin pie, and I stuffed myself with stale left over Christmas cookies.
Everybody seemed to be mulling around in the kitchen, helping clean up our New Year's feast. I decided I'd sneak another cookie and wash it down with a Diet Coke while I watched random snow flakes tumble from the sky. I had just popped in the last bit of cookie when Bruce walked over to me.
"Hey, um, Jim, ah...could we have man-to-man talk? Between the two of us right now."
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
He looked around, and when he was sure no one was within earshot he continued, "You know Christmas with the blizzard and all. Well to make a long story short, Becky and I were more or less snowed in."
"Yup, know what you mean. I was in the same predicament at my parent's house."
"Becky had a rough time. She cried most of the holiday. I didn't know you two were lovers. She dumped on me about her last boyfriend, too."
"I'm surprised she didn't tell you sooner, but yes we were, but that's been several years ago."
"I'm straight shooting here, Jim. I've got to know if there is anything between you and Becky."
I thought for a second or two.
"I love her like a brother loves his sister. There's nothing between us any more. If I weren't seeing Hannah, yeah, perhaps we'd try to rekindle our love, but no... As they say, that ship has sailed. She's all yours."
"I've really fallen for her. I've been thinking maybe this Spring I'll pop the question."
This coming spring will be a year since I pulled Hannah down from the cliff. I guess I should get my shit together and ask her the same question.
We shook hands. "That meant a lot to me," Bruce said, "There's something else I'd like to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"I know this girl that's in dire need of a job. I was hoping you might have a spot for her."
"Does she know anything about software coding? That's what we do."
"I don't believe so. She got let go from her job, you know how big business are, they cut back and she was gone."
I took a few sips of my Diet Coke and said, "I've been working on expanding a bit. As a matter of fact, I'm going to be moving Becky out from the front desk."
"What's Becky got to do with your expanding your business?"
"As you know Becky has that bubbly personality, and she's damn smart, too! Don't tell her, but I'm going to have Becky head up our sales team. That will leave her former position open."
"Sooo, this person may have a chance at Becky's old job?"
"Depends. I can't say for sure without seeing her résumé and talking to her. What's her name?"
"Lisa Harris."
My blood instantly turned to ice water. "Did she work for Huntington Bank?"
"Yeah, I believe so, why?"
"Always wore peasant dresses with sandals and rarely shaved her legs?"
"I ah, jeez, I don't know. Why?"
"I dated her for a while. I think she was born with a cell phone in her hand. I left under not so happy conditions."
"Man you sure get around don't you? Okay. Well it was worth a shot. She's in a bad way right now, and certainly could use a break."
"Ah, damn it. Tell her to bring a résumé in next Monday and I'll see. Don't tell her about me. I told her I worked with computers, but I never said anything about the company I own."
Bruce shook my hand once more and walked back to the kitchen. About that time, Becky and Hannah strolled over. Hannah put her arm though mine.
Hannah looked extraordinarily cute that day. All though fall, she began to let her hair grow out, and on that New Year's Day, her hair was long enough to cover her breasts. That day, she had some of her hair pulled over her left shoulder. Her white turtle neck sweater made her brown hair appear even darker. She had on ivory white dress slacks and she wore black shoes that looked like the heels were cut out of two by fours. They had a huge clunky heel to them. With her hair over her shoulder, the white sweater and pants, and those black heels sure made her look great. I know I was smiling.
"Hannah, there's some more stale cookies we found in the kitchen, why not bring them out for Jim?"
"Sure."
Hannah turned and walked away. I studied every move of her ass in those tight dress slacks.
Becky slipped her hand though my arm. "I'm going to give you some advice and you'd better listen."
"What is it now?"
"You better get a ring on her finger before someone else does. I think you're still playing around, and you're not being serious about the relationship you have with Hannah."
"There's no one else, you know that."
"I didn't mean it that way. Listen, Hannah's getting her shit together, and you'd better man up and do what you know is right. Go on, ask her to marry you 'cause if you don't, someone else will."
Chapter Thirty-two
The following Monday, everyone was back to work. I had Becky gather the entire staff in the main room where I handed out letters to each of my employees. It had been a good year, and the money I made was directly responsible because of the people that work for me. They're not only my employees— they're my friends.
Much to Becky's surprise, I made her in charge of sales. I also gave her a nice raise. She sat on the old sofa and stared at the letter.
"I don't know what to say," Becky said. "Damn, that's a lot money. Are you sure?"
"Yup, you're going to work for it, too. You've got all the sales now."
She came over and placed a kiss on my cheek and squeezed my hand. "Thanks."
I told my people that due to the extra workload, and the new business that I was sure Becky would bring in, I planned on hiring two more programmers. We were also looking for animators, as I'd like to see about doing some computer graphics for commercials. There is money to be made in that field. I even thought about some gaming for mobile devices as well.
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Around eleven or so, Becky walked back to my little corner. "There's a woman that would like to talk to you. She said you might be hiring. What job would that be?"
"Yours."
"Oh, shit that's right."
"Is it Lisa Harris?"
"You know her?"
"That's the same Lisa that I dumped."
"No wonder that name sounded so familiar Are you going to hire her?"
"I don't know. Bring her back and we'll see."
A minute later Becky escorted Lisa back to my office area. Lisa stopped dead in her tracks when she saw my face and said, "You got to be kidding me. Jim is that you?"
"Yup, it's me. How have you been, Lisa?"
"I've been so-so. You told me you worked with computers. I thought maybe you sold them or something like that at Best Buy."
"I do work with computers, I code software for them, but never sold a one. Have a seat."
Lisa wore a simple white shirt with black dress pants. She had on black pumps. Lisa was plain looking. She wasn't the runway model I remember her as."
"So, I was told you're looking for employment?"
"Yeah, yeah. I was a victim of downsizing."
"Do you know anything about coding software?"
Lisa shook her head. "I'm sorry I don't know anything about that." She handed me her résumé. I did a quick glance and placed it on my desk.
"The woman that brought you back here is being moved up the food chain. I'm looking for someone to replace her. It's not an easy job. She is the first voice a client hears on the phone and the first face they see when they walk in. Becky knows how to dress, what to say and when to say it. She's been my right hand person for years. I trust her with my company."
"I'm a quick learner. I'm sure I could be an asset."
"Becky doesn't wear flip-flops at work, doesn't have a cell phone growing out of her ears, and shaves her legs."
"Listen. I'm sorry about that night."
I stood and said, "I'll let you know."
I shook her hand and led her to the door. Becky was at her desk and when Lisa left, Becky looked up at me and said, "You handled it better than I thought you would have. You still pissed at her for that night?"
"Naw. That's old code. I do need to find someone to take over for you. I'm not sure I want to head butt with Lisa over what she wears and her constant cell phone use."
* * * * *
That was the last I thought I would see Lisa. Her résumé looked okay. Nothing stood out either as bad or good. It was a simple boilerplate résumé you get on-line.
Two weeks had gone by when Hannah called. It seems her team made some rather impressive progress with the ion engine and she would be missing our lunch date. I told her it was fine, and not to open any fourth dimensions into another universe. She promised me she wouldn't.
It was around one in the afternoon when I stepped out of the pencil factory. For January, it was out and out weird weather. The temperature that day was in the mid sixties. There by the front door was Lisa. Apparently she was about to enter the building when I came out.
"Jim! Jim! May I talk with you?"
"I'm going for lunch."
"Give me ten. No, five minutes, that's all I need."
Boy did she look rough. Lisa's head was stuffed in a gray hoodie. She wore blue jeans and sneakers but no socks. Lisa pulled the hoodie down. Her hair was tied up in a wad on the back of her head, and stray strands stuck out like she put her finger into a light socket with the power on.
"Okay, what do you want?"
We walked side-by-side until I found a bench. There were piles of dirty snow on the edge of the streets that were beginning to melt under a bright January sun. Small streams of water trickled out from them and they ran down the sidewalks.
Lisa wasn't the same person I dated. There was clearly something wrong.
"I haven't heard back from you. What about that opening you're trying to fill?"
"I don't know if you're the right person. I've been interviewing other people. You certainly don't know computer coding."
"I see." The look on her face was so sad, I could almost feel the pain she was in.
"Jim, I'm desperate! I need a job."
I knew Lisa had worked in accounting, and I had to wonder if she wasn't taking a bit off of the top and got caught. You don't fire good people for no reason.
"What happened at the bank? Where you stealing money?"
"No. No. No. Oh God no. It wasn't like that at all."
"What was it then?"
"I got sloppy and when an outside auditor caught my mistakes, I was let go."