On Tuesday morning, Nick rode his bike to the nearby town of Toowoomba and reported to the General Manager of the company's district office. His specialty with the company was problem solver and trouble-shooter where project management was required. The General Manager, Gene, briefed him on the problem and explained that the Australian SEC was involved. He went on to say that he had formed a project team, subject to Nick's approval, and that they were ready to assist at any time.
He walked Nick to an office on the second floor and introduced him to his temporary secretary, Sarah Ward. Nick almost fell over when he heard her name and noticed that except for the hair color, she looked a lot like Julie. As he settled into his office to begin reviewing the information on the project, the General Manager closed the door.
"A word of caution, Nick. Sarah Ward is the best assistant in the company but she has a distinct dislike for men. Her nickname is "Ironpants" just so you know."
After Gene left, Nick settled in to review the information. It was very difficult for him to keep his mind on his business knowing that Julie's daughter was sitting just outside his office and that she was nicknamed Ironpants.
After a while, he decided that a phone call back to the main office was in order. He dialed Julie's extension and waited while the phone rang.
"Human Resources, Julie Ward speaking. How may I help you?"
"For starters, you could unbutton your blouse and let me kiss those sweet breasts."
"What!!! Oh, Nick, you naughty boy, I almost fell off my chair. How are you and no, I will not unbutton my blouse."
"Good morning, Julie, I am fine. I am in the company office in Toowoomba this morning. My direct dial extension is 94588."
"Toowoomba? Our office? Oh, Nick, my daughter Sarah works there. If you run into her, she looks a little like me except she is a blond. Please be careful, darling, I've only hinted about us so far but I haven't told her who you are. I think she should hear the rest of it from me instead of from you."
"Well, when you put it that way, I suppose she should hear about us from you first. Would you like to tell her now?"
"My God, Nick, is she there with you?"
"Not exactly. Ironpants Ward has been assigned as my temporary secretary and assistant and is sitting just outside my office. I don't think she caught my reaction when we were introduced. She can be reached on this same extension. In fact, I think she will probably be the one to answer this phone when it rings."
"Ironpants? Is that her nickname or something you thought up?"
"According to Gene, that's her local nickname. A reference to the fact that she doesn't like men very much, apparently, although Gene says she's the best assistant in the company."
"Ohmygod! No, I don't think I want to tell her now, thank you very much. I didn't think she was coming on that strong. I prefer to tell her in person, if that's OK. Would it be a big problem if I waited until this weekend? I mean, would it get in your way as far as work goes?"
"I don't think so. I can just pretend I don't know she's related to you. As I said, she will probably answer this phone so it could be a way to introduce the subject. I do need some information from Human Resources for this project so it isn't completely unthinkable that you should call me."
"Mmmmm. Let me think about that for a minute. It might be a way to break the news without creating a bad reaction. I have told her there is somebody and that we are intimately involved. I think I've told her your name but I'm not sure she remembers. What information do you need and I'll try to get it for you and call you back."
"I have several people that the GM has picked for this project team. I need some quick information on their backgrounds, particularly skills inventory data. Can you help with that?"
"Sure. We have all that in the computer here. Give me the list of the names and I can probably get back to you in about an hour or so."
Nick gave Julie the names. She promised to investigate and call him with whatever they had in their files. She was about to warn him that Sarah had a basic distrust of men but she decided that the nickname was sufficient warning. They ended the call with a kiss to each other, then he walked out of his office.
"Sarah, where can I find a cup of coffee?"
"I'll get it for you, sir. How would you like it?"
"No, Sarah, I can get my own coffee unless you happen to be getting one for yourself. Just point me in the right direction. I will need a cup as well."
"Sure. It's just down the hall this way."
Sarah rose from her desk and began to lead the way. Nick noticed the slight swing to her ass and smiled to himself. Yes, indeed, Sarah Ward, you are your mother's daughter. They fixed their coffees then he invited her into his office to get acquainted. He sat down, smiled, then started to talk.
"To begin with, my name is Nick Nelson and unless you're an agent of the government, I prefer to be called Nick, not sir. I am a contract project manager-that means I'm technically not an employee of the company-but I've been here before. I managed the installation of a software system at headquarters three years ago and now they have invited me back to solve a variety of problems. On a personal level, I have just filed for divorce from my current wife and accidentally have become involved with another woman."
"Sarah, I don't generally beat around the bush. I don't like bullshit and don't tolerate it from others, regardless of their supposed rank in the organization. I solve problems, period. If I happen to step on someone's toes in the process it's too bad. The first priority is to solve the problem for the company. Is that going to be a problem for you?"
"No, that's definitely not a problem. I've been here about three years and that attitude is like a breath of fresh air. Most of the managers here are deathly afraid of making a decision without consulting everyone else."
"I've been the roving secretary or assistant, or whatever most of the time. At one time or another, I have worked for or with most of the managers here and some that have gone on to Brisbane. Personally, I am single, unattached and enjoy good food, good wine, and good company. I know many of the staff members so I may be of help to you when you need particular kinds of information."
"Well, it certainly sounds like Gene picked the right person to assist me. May I ask you a very personal question?"
"Of course, if you don't mind if I choose not to answer."
"I understand some of the personnel have nicknames. Some of them are funny and some not so funny. What do you know about this practice?"
"Well, it does happen. Usually, it's because of a personality quirk or some habit the individual has that everyone else has noticed. It usually means they care because if you don't have a nickname, it's usually because no one cares enough to give you one."
"I see. Does Gene have a nickname?"
"Yes, they call him foureyes. Not because he occasionally wears glasses but because he always seems to know what's going on, hence eyes on all sides."
"What about you? Do you have a nickname"
"Yes, but it's not very appealing."
