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As they came over Karen said, "Jane this is Mister Bannester the owner. I was telling him how you came in and really straightened everything out at the company for me." She smiled and added, "He would like to talk to you about you doing the same for him." Again, she paused, "At least you can give him some pointers."
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" the man said looking closely at Jane.
"No, I just got out a few weeks ago. You might be thinking about my twin brother John. He looked a lot like me except his hair was shorter." Jane said softly.
"That and you have a better right hook then he did," Baby Girl added.
"Oh? I remember now, he was a Marine wasn't he. I read about it in the paper. Were you a Marine also?"
"No, I couldn't pass the entrance physical so rather then become an Army Ranger, I joined the Coast Guard and chased drug runners down in the gulf," Jane said with a smile.
Knowing someone was going to explode Sherry asked, "What seems to be the hold up and what's with all the cops?"
"It seems the general manager and sells manager were dealing or buying drugs and using dealership's cars to make their deals," Cat said. "At least that's my guess."
A K-9 unit showed and the dog went around the car and sat at the back. "Ah shit, now I'll never get it today," Karen said.
True to form the cops swarmed the car as the K-9 handler walked his dog over to them, "Sir are you the owner?" the cop asked.
"Yes officer."
"May I have formal permission to walk my dog through your place of business and inventory?"
"Of course," Mister Bannaster replied.
As several officers started following the dog in the owner gestured for the phone operator to join them outside. As she came out, he looked at Jane and said, "Can you give me a sample of how to handle an employee I am keeping?"
"I would love to see her in action first hand myself. I know the results have nothing short of amazing," Karen said.
Hello dear," Jane said guiding the girl over to the bench and sitting down with her. As she looked up at the others watching them Jane turned to the girl and said, "Don't mind them Susan. Right, its Susan?"
"Yes Miss," the girl replied scared down to her toenails.
"Jane, just call me Jane. I want you to think of me as your sister and nothing more okay Susan? Can you do that?"
"Yes," Susan replied feeling a sense of peace fill her. No matter what happened, her sister would help her. "Sisters help sisters..." she intoned.
"That's right, sisters always help sisters and you are my sister so I am here to help you." Jane paused and then said, "You didn't know what they were doing did you?"
"No Jane, what were they doing?"
"Let me finish this to the end and then we will talk about that. But you knew something wasn't right didn't you."
"Well it seemed odd that the general and sells manager would both leave together in a car that was just sold online." Susan agreed.
"Did you mention your fears to anyone? I mean to say; did you talk about anyone about how odd it was?"
"I talked to Frank, he was always hitting on me and it was a good way to distract him." Susan said. "Did I do wrong sister?"
"You didn't want to rock the boat or make any waves right?"
"No I mean it only happened a couple times a month and this was the first time a customer came in before they returned," Susan said. "Frank said it was a way for him to sell the marks something better if they ever showed up." She bit her lip, "I know it was wrong but I didn't want anyone to get into trouble."
Jane looked down at her hands, "You should have spoken up to the owner about what was going on. Even if he doesn't believe you, you did your duty to yourself." She paused and said, "I had a brother, John, who was a marine. He lost the right leg from the knee down while on tour and was discharged. By a stroke of luck, he found a woman he could admire and yes come to love her with all his heart. One day when she was playing the poor pitiful me card, he lost it and ripped into her. I mean he lost his leg and she survived intact. How could she feel sorry for anything?"
"What happened sister?" Susan asked taking Jane's hands in hers.
"When he found a weak point in her armor he kept at it until she broke. When he realized what he had done to the woman he loved he turned his attention to a good friend and tore into him for letting things get to where they were. Instead of fighting back the friend said, "Damn your right... what a fool I've been." Jane wiped at her tears with one hand and said, "I guess my brother was hoping the friend would beat the heck out of him. Instead he went home wrote me a letter explaining everything that happened and killed himself."
"Oh god," Karen said softly.
Not looking up Jane said, "You see, instead of admitting he screwed up and taking blame for his own actions he all but destroyed all around him. Now think about this, the best guess is that the pair of men are drug dealers or some such. By you not saying anything, think of how many lives you affected. Now little sister here is the question, are you going to stand up and say I fucked up or are you going to pass your own faults onto someone else and end up destroying countless lives."
"I should have said something," Susan said. She looked up at the owner and cried, "I'm so sorry Mister Bannaster, I should have spoken up."
Jane stood and looked at the owner, "I'll tell you the same thing I told Miss Karen. You have to take control of your businesses. I don't mean micromanage. But you can't sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor without getting your own hands dirty. Fine you live a good hour's drive away, come a couple times a week just to check in and keep an eye on things. If you do, shit like this," she gestured at the hoard of police cars parked before them. "Would never happen. This is also your fault. I learned in the Coast Guard, man up or go home. It's your choice."