CHAPTER 1
Granity was fairly quiet as Ursula Johansson rode down Settler's Avenue on her Harley, ending nine year's absence during which time she'd picked up a law degree and business management degree and had worked in seven countries, gaining work experience and living it up. Most cities of course were quiet at 3:00 in the morning.
Her father's law firm premises looked run down. Well perhaps his new wife was soaking up the money and his law partners were happy to squeeze out every dollar they could from the business. Not a good look; uncompetitive and unprofessional. "Well dad and partners, prepared to be knock out of your comfort zones."
Ursula rode to the New Commercial Hotel on the next block. The steel mesh door to the underground parking lot was down so she turned and went back to the entrance, rode in on the tiles, nudged the heavy wood framed glass doors open and rode up to the reception counter.
"Hey, you can't come in here on that thing."
"I'm sure as fleas on a dog I'm not leaving this custom-built bike out on the street for drunks to come along and monster."
"Get out!"
"Make me," Ursula challenged.
"I'm calling the cops."
"Do that."
A woman in her late fifties wearing a white robe and yellow slippers with the front half of a frog with bulgy eyes over her feet came out rubbing her eyes.
"What the hell is the noise? Oh hi darling."
"Hi mother."
The male receptionist said into the phone, "Crisis over officer, thanks. The troublemaker turns out be Veronica's daughter I think. I don't know, just a minute."
"Excuse ma'am but is your name Ursula?"
"Yes, if that's Freddie give him my love."
"It appears so officer and she said if that's Freddie to give you her love."
"You don't have anyone in the force called Freddie? It appears this babe is big trouble officer but Veronica and I will deal with her. Thank you officer."
"John, open the doors so Ursula can ride out and open the garaging door for her please. Then book her into the honeymoon suite but as a complimentary. She's my daughter."
As they traveled up to the fifth floor of the highest building in the city, Veronica said, "So you didn't accept the invitation and come home to your father's wedding. That pleased me. I wasn't invited. The stupid sod, she's only a couple of years older than you, thirty seven."
"What a way to go mom."
"God, how can she bare him doing that to her, an old man."
"Either she loves him or smells money, or perhaps it's both mom. It's unlikely she was attracted by his intelligence or the way he uses his dick."
"You're all heart like you always were dear but filled out in the right places, I must say, and looking rather nifty."
"Nifty?"
"Well sexy if you must drag the word out of me."
"Thanks mom. Can't say I find your slippers nifty.
Veronica waved her daughter off to her first day at her new job, a partner replacing Tom Adams who'd fallen out of his boat when fishing, drunk. He'd drowned of course, being in boots and heavy clothing, as it was late autumn. Veronica had enjoying having breakfast in the honeymoon suite and they'd laughed when lifting the lid of an extra covered plate to find a pack of condoms.
"That's slack mom; if the occupant had been Catholic that could have caused offence."
"They knew I was breakfasting with you dear and thanks to the night clerk everyone including the janitor knows you are my daughter and kick ass."
"I'll pull one of these rubbers over the head of your night clerk," Ursula threatened.
"That might cause offence darling, he's Catholic," her mother chuckled.
"Ursula?"
"Hi Mrs Matheson. Still here after all those years."
"This is my second home. Oh I do declare you've turned into a bonny lady."
"Thank you, providing that's a favorable comment. How are Alice and David?"
"They have both made Ian and me into grandparents."
"Oh how lovely for you both."
"Thank you. Miss Johansson, this is my assistant Barbara."
"Pleased to meet you Miss Johansson. I've heard so much about you."
"I bet," Ursula said glancing at Vera Matheson who colored. "Come on Mrs Matheson, show me around and make the introduction."
"Oh I am not permitted to do that. I have to take you to the Human Relations Department and the manager will do that."
"Oh, so we have HR people? No wonder dad had to purchase the adjoining building. No, I want you to take me around. I came into this building when thirteen on the day you started here, beginning a new look because the retiring receptionist was one hundred and twenty."
"I think she'd just turned seventy."
"She looked one hundred and twenty to me. Come, I insist and will tell the HR manager I insisted on breaking protocol because you used to allow me to do the mail."
"Well, if you insist how can I refuse? The little thirteen-year-old just over twenty years later a senior lawyer with a huge reputation."
"That's because I kick ass as well as know law and they occur in that order."
As the head of HR Mr Ralph prepared to mount his high horse over Ursula saying she'd insisted on Mrs Matheson showing her around he never made it, almost taking a step backwards when Ursula said, "So the firm has an HR department now -- I trust we can justify having it?"
"Miss Johansson may we continue this discussion in private."
"Unless Mrs Matheson has gone soft, there would be scarcely a thing going on in these offices that she doesn't know about Mr Ralph."
"Call me Peter, please. We have a staff of fifty-eight instead of the dozen or so when you left for university and law school. Health and safety, staff hiring and firing protocols, staff welfare and other compliance imposts have mounted in the past ten years. The two of us and our clerical assistant carry a tremendous workload, I assure you Miss Johansson."
"Well, I find that claim reassuring Peter. Since you are in management please call me Ursula."
"Ursula, oh what a pretty name."
"There is no need to grease up to me Peter. Lead me to my father Mrs Matheson. You won't need to stay to hear the bullshit about how sorry he was that mom and I didn't get to his wedding."