Disclaimer One: There isn't one! These characters are all mine! They are a product of a
well nurtured imagination.
Disclaimer Two: There is some use of harsh language, but what the hell don't most of us
use it anyway? There is also some mild violence. (Drum roll please) There will also be sex
between women. Bows. Thank you, thank you. I try. So, if this is not for you please don't
tell me just go somewhere else.
These are all new characters that have been swimming around in my head for sometime now. I
just decided on a whim to let you readers get a taste of them. This story takes place and
these characters live in Gary, IN, which is one of the most violent and most dysfunctional
cities in America. This series is an attempt to show a couple of characters trying to find
a slice of heaven for themselves, and the people they work with.
This is dedicated as always to the love of my life Camille, who helped name the
characters. Thanks love.
Now, on with the show!
It's All in Your Point of View
Chapter I: It's A Dirty Job...
Bleep, Bleep, Bleep!
A moan came from under the pastel blue comforter, and a hand followed in search of the
offending alarm clock. After a few seconds of futile search, fingers found their target
and pounded the buttons with authority, only to pound too hard.
"Owww, shit!"
The petite figure sat up immediately in pain. She shook the jammed finger trying to
alleviate the radiating pain. When that did not work, she shoved it in her mouth. Luminous
green eyes opened slightly to adjust to the dim light filtering through the windows. With
the pain now gone, she used her hands to push shaggy blonde bangs out of her face. Using
the same hands, she ran them through closely cropped blonde hair in an attempt to jump
start her brain. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and mumbled under her
breath, Six thirty already, arghh! The week just started, and I hate that Monday,
Tuesday thing. Why couldnt the week start on Wednesday? Duh, you goof it would be
Monday again. She sighed then proceeded to yawn and stretch simultaneously. Taking a
quick glance at the clock, she groaned again. It was 6:45. She had been woolgathering for
the past fifteen minutes. She shrugged her shoulders. After getting just a couple hours
sleep, the blonde figured she was allowed.
Around midnight, she had finally finished her paper work, consisting of progress notes on
clients, dictating psycho-social assessments and signing numerous release of info forms.
She finished just in time to be reminded that she was the caseworker on-call this weekend.
Repeat clients, the Hansens were at it again. She had been called in conjunction
with Child Protective Services to assess the situation. In a word, it was bad. Her blonde
head lowered and shook as she came face to face with the fact that some people just
didnt want help. Tim Hansen had apparently come home drunk and decided to use his
wife as a punching bag. In turn, Sylvia, had taken it out on their eight year old
daughter. She watched on as police lights lit up the block like fireworks, sounding just
as noisy.
Tim Hansen slobbered on himself and cursed at the two policemen yanking him down the
steps, all the while calling his wife an evil bitch. Sylvia cried and moved around like a
worm in hot ashes. Screaming, "Let me go you cock suckers. Just let me kill
him!" , despite her bloodied face. The blonde watched on in silent awe as the last
cop came out carrying little Melinda covered in what looked like a thin cotton night gown
and huddled around him like a lifeline. She could see the child shaking from her own
vantage point and even counted the numerous bruises around the her neck and face. Bile
churned in her throat as her stomach twisted in protest. She had been working for Family
Services for three years, and she finally admitted that she would never get used to this.
Getting in her car, she followed the procession to the station. By the time, she had
spoken to the three of them it was well past 3 am. Melinda was remanded to CPS custody,
Tim and Sylvia to the polices. Driving home, the blonde caseworker fought tears and
the weight on her shoulders. It wasnt a failure she reminded herself, but an example
that no matter what you do all things cant be controlled. Sometimes people
didnt know how to deal with the world head on because of the many horrors it held.
So, they took the side road and just barely survived. It was her job to steer them back to
the highway, but sometimes they just found another side road instead. She sighed pulling
into her own parking space in front of her apartment building. It was past 4 am. The
little woman fell into bed not bothering to remove the jeans and ISU sweatshirt she had
dawned before the call. Sleep came quick, only to interrupted by the cacophony of gunshots
outside her building. Hearing them on a regular basis, but still not used to it, the
blonde jerked awake with a rapidly beating heart and sweaty palms. The only good thing
that came out of that was she was able to get undressed for bed.
Now, unfortunately, it was time to rise and shine. Fighting off the tiredness, she
scratched her naked, firm abdomen as she padded into the bathroom to perform daily morning
rituals. After showering, she wiped the steam form the mirror and studied her form as she
brushed overnight gunk from her teeth. A grin quirked around the toothbrush as she noted
the hard play of muscle over feminine curves. Working out wasnt just a stress
reliever after all. Not bad. Okay, get a move on girlie or youre gonna be late. Not
a way to impress the new boss, she told herself.
Now, deep into her closet, she pulled out a knee length gray skirt and light beige blouse,
knowing it was going to be a hot one. After throwing the clothes on the bed, she walked
back over to invade her underwear drawer. The blonde let out a sharp squeak when the walls
started throbbing from the deep base that emerged from the neighbors stereo.
Girl you look good when you back that thang up
She covered her ears and tried to swallow the hot anger bubbling to the surface.
"Dammit!" Unsuccessful, she grabbed a robe and stormed out of her front door.
She beat down the little voice in the back of mind that was telling her, "Hellooo,
you dont just go beat on peoples doors these days, especially in this city.
Can you say suicide!?" Shaking her head to clear it, she commenced to banging and
kicking on the neighbors door. After tense minutes, the door opened.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Its seven oclock in the damn morning!
Turn that shit down!"
Green eyes shot daggers and small hands clinched at her side. The young Hispanic girl was
taken aback.
"Uh, s-sorry maam. Didnt know you were home."
The blonde womans anger dissipated and her shoulders slumped.
"Im sorry for yelling at you. Just be a little more courteous okay? People live
around you.."
"Sorry."
She hurried back to her own apartment. "Whew!" That little voice said. Quickly,
she put on the scattered clothes and rushed to apply a smattering of make-up. Gathering up
paper work, she walked with a purpose toward the door only to be interrupted by the sound
of her pager. Setting the load down, she ran to the phone dialing the highlighted numbers.
"Cory Donovan. Who paged me?"
Hey Cory. Its Barb. I didnt know if you had left your apartment yet or not,
but anyway, listen. Be prepared for a staff meeting as soon as the new boss lady gets in.
I hear she made a few changes, and the rumor is there is gonna be cutbacks in
personnel."
"Ugh, I hope not. We need all the people we can get. Listen Barb, Im on my way
now."
"Kay, kiddo."
After hanging up the phone, she made a mad dash to the door. Deactivating the car alarm,
Cory threw her bag and briefcase in the backseat of the old black Corsica, praying that
she would start this morning. She mentally thanked God for insurance, and silently wished
someone would steal the tin can. This was after all Gary, Indiana, and on a salary of 28
thou, she couldnt exactly live posh. Her neighborhood was livable when it was quiet;
when there was no shooting; and when the garbage man actually ran. The caseworker drove
past the boarded up stores, businesses, and through stop lights that didnt work.
"Welcome to the 21st century in Gary, where nothing works and nothing is open,"
she muttered to herself.
While the sun shined brightly in the sky when it hit her part of the city, it dimmed,
giving it the eerie glow of a ghost town. Cory sighed. Maybe this new administrator can
actually get something done for the families in this community. Maybe.
******
Taylor pursed full lips as she looked into the full length mirror perched outside the
walk-in closet. First day on the job. Was she nervous? There was a bark of laughter in the
quiet room. No way. She brushed long, black tresses into shape. Stepping back a little to
get a view of her entire tall, leggy frame, she studied what she saw. Silver-blue eyes
flashed back at her while taking in the lean, athletic body that gravity had yet to
ravage. She noted high, sculptured cheek bones, full lips, along with little lines that
fanned around her eyes. Those lines in themselves were the only evidence that belayed her
33 years. There was no subterfuge. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Taylor smirked into
the mirror. Sometimes that alone was enough to discombobulate local politicians,
employers, and even employees to get what she wanted. Progress. Blue eyes glimmered with
arrogance. But why not have it all? Beauty and intelligence. A double whammy that shocked
them even more.
Remembering the shape this city was in, something told her she would have to use both to
aid the suffering communities. This city was a far cry from Indianapolis. The whole place
was like some post apocalyptic urban playground. What had these people been doing anyway?
Some parts of the city looked as though tumbleweeds should be blowing through. Then she
saw the good part of town, where she happened to live with its fake grass,
symmetrical bushes, and slightly lived in looking houses. "Oh, thats where the
money went," she explained to herself. Ahh, she did so love local government. The
sanctimonious sons of bitches with their misplaced promises and fake for the little people
attitude. She rolled her eyes. "God, they make me sick." The smirk came back
along with a raised eyebrow, but she knew how to charm or be just as slimy as them. After
all, thats what she did. Fix and get things. She had done all that could be done for
Cummings Agency in Indianapolis in the two years she was there. It was healthy again
with just as healthy employees and new programs for the community. It was time for a new
challenge.
The smirk changed into a crooked smile and eyes squinted, leaving only sharp points of
blue staring back at her. "Time to rattle some cages," she said to herself.
Walking with cat like grace back toward the large bed now made with the dark blue and gray
comforter, she seated her tall frame on the edge. She knew there had to be speculation
about her swimming around the office already. She went down a mental list of nick names
she had been given and wondered what she would be called here. "I was always partial
to Queen Bitch of the Universe," she told herself. She wasnt a
people person, but she could fake it when needed. Taylor knew she still wasnt liked
by many, and that was okay. She was not here to make friends.
Just like everything else, being an administrator at a social service agency was a
business of crunching numbers, demographics, cut backs, and finding the most cost
effective solutions to help families. It was the caseworkers job to care not really
hers she told herself. It was a philosophy of life as well as practice. A simple matter of
self-preservation was what it represented. The less people in her life the more effective
a person was generated. No strings. No failures. There was only one woman she trusted
enough to call friend, who respected this. Wendy accepted Taylor Wilson for who she was. A
perfectionist. A loner. Pulling on a navy blue skirt over panty hose clad legs, Taylor
smiled, remembering the last time she had talked to her old college friend. Wendy had
wished her luck whipping them into shape in Bumfuck, Egypt. Putting on the white silk
blouse, she muttered to herself, "Luck has nothing to do with it."
After stepping into pumps, she opened her briefcase and gathered her purse, cell phone and
pager together, with a click they disappeared behind the black leather. Yep. It was
time to rattle cages indeed, starting with the employees. It was time to weed out those
who cared from those who no longer gave a damn along with those who were just burned
out, she thought to herself. Grabbing her keys, she exited the apartment and folded
her six foot frame into the mauve Accord. The day had begun.
Chapter II: Rumors and First Impressions
Cory sat her belongings on her desk and sat down to take a breath before the day began.
"Hey kiddo. I see you finally made it."
Cory smiled over at her friend at the desk across from hers and noticed something
immediately different.
"Hey! You got your hair cut!"
The tall brunette got up and twirled around, showing off her new do. Where before it was
long and curly, it was now close cropped and curling toward her face.
"Uh, huh. You like?"
"Oh yeah! It works for you. Did Dave like it?"
Barbara laughed. "Who cares if he did. Its my hair last time I checked. I love
that man to death, but whats on my body belongs to me." She smiled lecherously.
"Unless, I decide to give it to him."
Cory laughed, "Oh, God Barb. You didnt make him beg again did you? I feel sooo
sorry for that man."
"Oh, hell Cor. He likes it. Anyway, on to more serious subjects, I heard about your
little adventure last night. Shame about the kid."
"Yeah, it was." Her shoulders slumped subconsciously. "I just wish I
could have done something else for them."
The taller woman squeezed her friends shoulder, offering comfort.
"Well kiddo, thats what happens when you really care. It hurts. I know, but you
gotta try harder for the next family."
"Yeah, youre right."
The blonde caseworker grabbed an errant pencil and began twirling it in her fingers.
"So, when is this new admin showing up and what are these changes you were talking
about?"
"Shes due in at nine, according to Shelley. As far as the changes go, Annette
has a cousin that worked in the agency she last headed, and she told me that she fired a
lot of people for unknown reasons, and made huge policy changes. So, I can only guess what
shes gonna do here. We have to wait and hear it from the horses mouth I guess."
Barb shrugged her shoulders.
"Horses ass is more like it. Why do they come in changing everything? It will only
shake things up. Maybe even make them worse," Cory commented, shaking her head.
"I dont know but the whole office is a buzz about it. No one even knows what
she really looks like," Barb added.
"Nothing to do but wait and see I guess." She ran her hand through short, blonde
locks. "I got filing to do anyway. Ill talk to you later."
"Kay, kiddo."
Barbara looked back over her shoulder in concern as she walked away. The kid cared maybe
too much, which in this line of work could be a plus and a minus.
Cory looked down at her watch. It was 8:40. She had a few minutes to get coffee, say hello
to everyone, and hopefully, get herself together. Going straight to the coffee island, she
spied a huge cup. "Ahh, just what the doctor ordered, along with plenty of
sugar." She looked up and over her cup, taking an experimental sip of the hot brew,
to see another co-worker approaching.
"Hey Ray."
He grunted in response.
Cory smiled in spite of herself. Ray was a strange man pre-coffee.
"Nice tie Ray."
"Mmmm." He poured, added creamer, and stirred.
"I want you now Ray."
"Uh, huh," was all the tall, balding man had to say as he raised the cup to his
lips. He took a sizable gulp. "Ahhhh, thats good."
Cory smirked and continued to sip her own coffee. She mentally counted to twenty.
"Sooo Cor? How ya doing this morning?"
Gray eyes that seemed dull before gleamed happily and there was actually a smile tugging
at the corners of his mouth, under his mustache. The dark skinned black man took another
healthy swig. Cory tried to hide her smile.
"Its better now Ray. See you in the meeting."
"Okay kid."
Sometimes she loved this place regardless. It was an institution, true, but it was also a
den of humanity rich with the idiosyncrasies and quirks of those who entered every
morning. In combination with that and the differing senses of humor, it was enough to ward
off the chill of a bad day or tough reality. She smiled to herself as she went to make
morning rounds.
Walking to the beginning of the cubicles in the front, she looked around to see Annette
sitting at her desk with three other co-workers huddled around her. She smiled at the
perky red-head. "Morning Annette, morning guys."
"Hey Cor," the red head replied.
She motioned for her to come closer. "Have you heard anything? Theres a lot of
people scared of losing their jobs. From what my cousin told me, she doesnt care
about anybody. Its like shes ice. She was all with firing caseworkers and
making changes not caring how they affected everyone. A real bitch. My cousin told me that
the she is originally from somewhere on the east coast, and shes been in this field
for ten years at least. She comes and goes causing havoc in what ever agency she
touches."
"I dont know Ann. You know just as much as I do, but we really should wait to
pass judgement like that. You know?"
Annette smiled thinly at her then waved her off. Cory rolled her eyes and continued saying
a brisk hello to everyone. Whether they heard her or not was a mystery. She heard snatches
of conversations going on major cut backs, firing, policy, even something about the dress
code. Making her way back to her desk, she realized sometimes the idiosyncrasies and
quirks were a bit much. Looking down at her watch again, she noticed it was 9 am on the
dot. Time to see if the rumors were correct.
******
Taylor walked into the building and made a quick scan of the inside. On each side was an
array of cubicles separated by dully painted walls. Inside each cubicle were desks
supporting computers and various personal items from the looks of things. She made her way
down the walkway that separated one side from the other. The executive smiled to herself
as all paper shuffling and whispering seemed to stop. That in itself was her evidence that
she had indeed been the topic of conversation. She took in each face along with the name
plate on the desk and filed them in her didactic memory. The woman came to the last
cubicle before her office and noticed there was someone still whispering.
An attractive blonde sat behind the desk, twirling a pencil in her hand as she talked with
the taller brunette standing next to her. The blonde turned her head. Blue and green met.
Green eyes widened, and Taylors inner smile widened, wondering what that was about.
She swept the blonde with her gaze as she turned the corner taking in her name plate and
features. Thinking to herself, "Cory Donovan you look young. Damned young,"
playing back youthful features in her mind, "and probably naïve as hell."
Silently, Taylor continued on into her office.
Barbara grabbed onto her friends arm and whispered heatedly. "Oh my God!
Thats her? You cant tell me thats her! Shes, shes
.."
"Something," Cory finished for her. "What it is remains to be seen."
"But, but did you see the way she looked at you? I swear its colder in here
now! I feel so sorry for Shelley. She might want to go ahead and retire after all, and to
top it all off, shes gorgeous!"
"I didnt really notice."
Barabara arched an eyebrow high and pursed lips. "You see this face? This is my not
believing you face. You cant tell me that its been that long since you've been
with a woman
"
"Shhh, damn tell the whole world!"
Barb lowered her voice. "That you didnt notice that! She pointed toward the
back office. "My God, she even gave me the down low tickle."
Corys eyes widened. "Barb! Youre a nut! Okay, okay shes cute,"
the blonde said begrudgingly.
The brunette looked back down at her friend, touched her forehead, and walked away shaking
her own head.
They had a few minutes, so the petite blonde let her thoughts wander. Okay. She was
attractive, very attractive. She is my boss. Shes probably straight. She looks as
cold as hell, and I have no business thinking about this in the first place. So, down
girlie! Cory shut off her stray thoughts and sipped her now tepid coffee.
***
Taylor deposited her briefcase on her desk. That went well, knowing the majority of
them were out there speculating who was going to go first. She would let them stew
for a few minutes. Her thoughts went to the petite blonde. The woman didnt seem the
least intimidated. Interesting. From her personnel file, Taylor knew Cory was successful
in linking her clients with resources in the community and counseling if need be. Still,
there were some that were hit and miss. It would be very interesting indeed to find out if
she was one that cared. Coming out of her reverie, she smoothed a hand over her skirt. She
had a secretary to go meet.
Walking across to the adjoining office, Taylor knocked briskly on the open door. The
occupant of the office jumped. Taylor scanned the room and then the occupant. Shelley.
Shelley was obviously an older woman more than likely in her mid fifties. The admin took
in the shoulder length bob, sprinkled with salt and pepper, the pleasant rounded face, and
the kind, intelligent blue eyes, hidden behind glasses that met her gaze unflinchingly.
Taylor extended the silence purposely to view the results. Shelley smiled to herself.
It was to be like that was it. She cleared her throat.
"Ms. Wilson I presume because you dont look like the carpet cleaners scheduled
to come this morning."
She peered at Taylor questioningly over her glasses The younger womans mouth quirked
under its own volition. She liked this woman.
"Mmm, yes. Youre correct, but call me Taylor. Ill assume youre
Shelley?"
The younger woman moved in and held out a hand. Shelley reached out her hand and incased
her boss in a strong grip.
"Now thats over. Let me start by telling you what I dont want. You are
not to fetch me coffee. I can do that myself. You are not to be my yes man/woman or my
errand boy or woman be that as it may. What I do expect is for you to be honest with me.
Tell me when I mess up, and if you have ideas or a different view on things tell me that
too. I expect you to work hard, but regardless you will go home to your family at 5pm.
What ever that is not done by then can wait to the next day or I will finish it
myself." Taylor raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Are we clear?"
Shelley beamed up at her new boss, "Crystal."
Unable to help herself, Taylor grinned back. She nodded her head in the direction of the
outside offices. "Okay, go get yourself a cup of coffee and join us in the meeting
room." Just like that she was gone. Shelley continued to smile. "I like her.
This is going to be interesting," she said to the no one in particular.
Walking back into her office and grabbing her briefcase, Taylor headed back out the way
she first came in. Stopping in the middle of the walkway, she set her briefcase down
quietly on the carpeted floor. She clasped her hands behind her back and cleared her
throat.
"Meeting room people. Five minutes," she announced in a clear voice that
carried.
The admin could hear the rustling of papers and chairs scooting as people got up. She
turned and caught the eye of the blonde again, noticing the wary look that darkened the
pale green.
***
Setting her briefcase on the table and opening it with a click that resounded through the
quietly filled room, Taylor looked down as she extracted its contents. No one dared to
speak. Her presence demanded that they wait. She commanded the room with body language
that signified a confidence that rolled off her in waves. Silver-blue peered upward again
as she tapped the collection of folders against the table to straighten them. She
discreetly took in numerous expressions on her new employees faces. She saw
wariness, nonchalance, anger, and on or two faces of fear. She glanced toward the end of
the table. Green eyes looked back at her curiously. Taylor scrunched her brow in
confusion. Interesting. Very much so. Her eyes continued to scan the table as she began to
pass the folders around the table, but felt green eyes boring into her nonetheless.
Cory was indeed curious. The woman had said three words since she entered the building,
and people were, for lack of a better word, flustered. She hadnt even seen a smile
or baring of teeth from her for that matter. There was just a voice that was somehow soft,
smoky and authoritative at the same time, but she had no doubt that the woman knew how to
raise it when necessary. There were also the eyes. They were a luminous blue like they
were struggling to hold their color. She had looked enough to know that some of what lay
behind them was a keen intelligence, but the incandescent blue revealed little else. 'Oh,
all except she seemed slightly taken aback by me.' Cory smiled inwardly. Maybe there was
something behind those eyes after all. Maybe the changes she was about to implement could
be for the better. Maybe.
Cory came out of her reverie as a folder was passed to her. Barb raised an eyebrow in her
friends direction. Cory cocked her head to the side in response. The older woman
sighed, What was that kid thinking?
Taylor sat down at the head of the table. She crossed her legs smoothly. Waiting for paper
shuffling to end, she brought elegant, long fingered hands together in an arch. She
scanned the room once more and tapped her fingertips together.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen. Let me start by introducing myself. I am Taylor Wilson
your new administrator. Let me also relay a message from the head of CPS. He wants to
congratulate you on being able to work so well with his agency. This agency has become the
top referral for the families that come through there." She paused for a second.
"Now on to other business. I was hired to make this agency healthy and efficient for
you and the families you help." She leaned closer to the table, closer to the other
occupants making sure they were paying attention.. "If you will open your folder what
will be on top is the new assessment tool. It is shorter than the previous one but still
aids you in retrieving comprehensive information on a clients personal, biological,
and psychiatric history. It has been tested and proven valid."
"They next section outlines changes in programming. We will no longer be working with
these agencies or leading these programs. Statistics have shown that clients do not stay
with these programs. Therefore, they are a waste of time, and from now on, any client that
expresses interest in these programs will have to take care of it themselves. As you can
see, I have severed ties with the adult reading program, some of the after school
programs, and the library program." Taylor could feel the hostility in the room. She
looked around then looked toward the end of the table. Green eyes snapped angrily at her,
and she took in the flushed redness of fury covering the youthful features. Time to
see what youre made of kid, she thought to herself. She cleared her throat to
continue. "Are there any questions or comments?"
The room was silent. Dead silent. Thats okay. Those that care about what
Ive just done will come to me.
"If any of you have questions later. Come to my office. Now, before we adjourn I
would like to let you know that I will familiarize myself with the many cases and join you
in afternoon team meetings. Also, I would like to see the following caseworkers in
my office, individually, ASAP. Bill Pulam, Tracy Williams, and Bob Bingham. Okay, people.
Lets get to work."
With that she swiftly packed her briefcase made her way out of the room.
The meeting room buzzed with activity. Three faces stood stunned and fear laden as others
talked around them. Cory stood over in the far corner absolutely seething. The woman
was insane! How could she end such programs? Didnt she see that they were all
crucial. How the hell is an adult who cant read suppose to get a job without
learning to read?! I just know shes about to fire them, she glanced over at
Bill, Tracy, and Bob. They messed up a lot. Always late on paper work and such, but
they needed all the help they could get on the streets. Maybe this woman was the unfeeling
bitch she was fabled to be. Maybe.
Barbara made it over to her friend.
"You okay kiddo?"
"Look at this face Barb. This is my I cant believe this bullshit face! What the
hell is that woman thinking?"
"I know youre pissed. I am too. Are you gonna go talk to her?"
"I sure as hell am! Just as soon as shes done firing those three. God!
Were going to be shorthanded as hell! Thanks to that horses ass in there!"
The older woman grabbed her friends arm.
"Hey, calm down. You cant go in there half-cocked. You could get yourself
fired. Be professional about this," she implored.
"You know what Barb? I dont give a shit if I do get fired. I dont know if
I want to work in a place that crunches numbers instead of helping people. Im going
in there. She needs to know that there is someone here that still cares!"
Barb sighed. "Okay kid. Either way, you know Im behind you."
Corys jaw worked as anger continued to work itself through her body. She swallowed
and replied quietly, "Thanks Barb. Let me have my say then you can come and say what
you have to." The older woman nodded as they watched the three supposedly doom
caseworkers file out the meeting room.
Taylor sat behind her desk, waiting patiently. Despite the rumors she had heard for years,
she hated firing people. After all, she wasnt heartless, but she remembered their
personnel files: sloppy paperwork, paperwork that was never entered into the computer,
refusing to go out when theyre on call. It was a wonder they hadnt been fired
already or at least reprimanded. She looked at the door when she heard a soft knock.
"Come in."
Cory sat at her desk watching as one by one they went in and came out minutes later with
ashen faces. She thought she even saw tears in Tracys eyes and heard the muted
curses and banging of desk as they were cleared. She closed her eyes as the anger
redoubled. This bitch is relentless. There is no way she knows what shes
doing. Getting up she looked over at Barb. "Ill be out in a little
bit."
Barb nodded.
Cory knocked angrily on the door. Taylor looked up from the files she was perusing with
confusion drawing her brows together. Ah, time to see who cares.
Not waiting for an answer, Cory barged into her boss office. She sat down in the
chair in front of the large desk. She looked into eyes that she deemed intelligent before
and thought she saw patience. Taken aback, she shook it off and began to speak.
"Tell me something Ms. Wilson? How is a man supposed to get a job if he cant
read? How are we helping him and his family then? How the hell are we supposed to help
latch key kids if you terminate the after school programs? That program in particular is
run by people in this agency!" She jumped up from the chair. "To top it all off,
you just fired not one but three freakin caseworkers! Do you have any idea how shorthanded
that leaves us? Are you looking to burn us out Ms. Wilson? Because this job is too
stressful to be pulling double duty."
Taylor leaned back in her chair, brought her hands together into an arch, and waited.
"Ive come to my own conclusion Ms. Wilson. Do you want to hear what that is?
You dont know what the HELL youre doing!"
Taylors eyes flashed in warning. That was enough. It was obvious that she was one
that actually cared, but this was getting insulting.
"Ms. Donovan, I assure you the numbers show that these programs are not being used to
their fullest capacity. They are a waste of resources. . ."
"We dont have that many resources as it is dammit! Dont take them away!
Work on them. Make them more attractive to the community. Hell, Ill even help! You
come in here sitting on your pencil pushing ass
"
"Now wait a minute!" Taylors eyes gleamed dark with anger. Her voice rose
then it became dangerously low.
"Give me one reason. Why I shouldnt fire you right now." 'How dare this
woman talk to her like that!' Taylor didn't even try to hide the fury in her voice.
Cory placed her palms on the edge of the desk and leaned in closer to Taylor.
"Because Im one of the best caseworkers you got here, and Im right. If
you have one caring bone in your body. You know Im right."
Blue starred into green. It was a standoff pure and simple. The one that blinked won.
Taylor leaned in, closing the distance between them. "Alright Ms. Donovan. Ill
think about it."
"No, not good enough. They should stand as established programs."
'My God! This woman was relentless and getting on my nerves!' Taylor thought to herself
then said, "Ms. Donovan, you are trying my patience. I have told you that the
statistics show. . . . . "
"Statistics dont show shit about real life. Youve never been out there
have you?"
"Thats not the point here."
"Answer the question. Youve never been in the field?"
"No, I havent."
"Come out with me."
There was another knock at the door, and Barb let herself in. Cory looked at her friend
and smiled. "Come out with us for as long as it takes. See whats really out
there."
Taylor looked from Barbara to Cory. "Alright. I can do that, but I cant neglect
my duties here either. How about a fair trade? I see your side and you see from mine.
Deal?" She looked into pale green with her own blue shining in challenge.
A slow smirk formed on Corys lips. "Agreed."
"Good. We will hammer out the details later. Now, can you two leave my office. I have
work to do."
Once outside the door. Barb looked at Cory.
"My God, I could hear you yelling all the way up front. What did you say to
her?"
"Nothing that didnt need to be said. Either way, I think Ms. Pencil Pusher is
in for a surprise."
Inside the office, there was yet another knock. This one coming from the adjoining door.
Taylor looked up again from the files, exasperation showed on her face.
"Come in."
Shelley walked in and looked around the office hoping to see the cause of all that racket.
The side of Taylors mouth quirked upward.
"You just missed Ms. Donovan. It seem she had a few things to tell me."
The secretary leaned against the door. "Ah, that one is a little spitfire."
"Yes, something like that."
Taylor looked down to see what Shelley was holding in her hands. She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, this? I fixed you a cup of tea."
"Shelley, I thought. . ."
"Uh, uh, uh. Some things I just like to do." She sat the cup on the desk and
left.
Taylor starred at the steaming cup. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. Was anybody
what they seemed in this place? She got the feeling that the secretary saw more into
her that she wanted to reveal, and that little blonde. She was definitely wrong there. She
wasnt naïve. She was obnoxious, rude, opinionated and probably spoiled, and being
the dummy that she instantly thought herself to be, Taylor had agreed to spend large
amounts of time with her. 'Happy first day to me.'
I hope you liked this little ride into my imagination. I know I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think. Drop me an email at Minerva
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