Disclosure

Fernandez was looking at him thoughtfully. "That’s it?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Except we never got to the party."

Something at the back of his mind.

A couple in a car, going to a party. Something about a cellular pbone. All dressed up, going to the party and they make a call, and

He couldn’t get it. It hung in his memory, just beyond recollection.

The woman made a call on the cellular pbone, and then . . . Something embarrassing afterward . . .

"Tom?" Fernandez said, shaking his shoulder. "Looks like our time is about up. Ready to go back?"

"I’m ready," he said.

As they were heading back to the mediation room, Heller came over. He gave Sanders an oily smile, then turned to Fernandez. "Counselor," he said. "I wonder if this is the time to talk about settlement."

"Settlement?" Fernandez said, showing elaborate surprise. "Why?"

"Well, things aren’t going so well for your client, and-"

"Things are going fine for my client-"

"And this whole inquiry will only get more embarrassing and awkward for him, the longer it continues"

"My client isn’t embarrassed at all-"

"And perhaps it is to everyone’s advantage to end it now."

Fernandez smiled. "I don’t think that’s my client’s wish, Ben, but if you have an offer to make, we will of course entertain it."

"Yes. I have an offer."

"All right."

Heller cleared his throat. "Considering Tom’s current compensation base and associated benefits package, and taking into consideration his lengthy service with the company, we’re prepared to settle for an amount equal to several years of compensation. We’ll add an allowance for your fees and other miscellaneous expenses of termination, the cost of a headhunter to relocate to a new position, and all direct costs that may be associated with moving his household, and all together make it four hundred thousand dollars. I think that’s very generous."

"I’ll see what my client says," Fernandez said. She took Sanders by the arm, and walked a short distance away. "Well?"

"No," Sanders said.

"Not so fast," she said. "That’s a pretty reasonable offer. It’s as much as you’re likely to get in court, without the delay and expenses."

"No."

"Want to counter?"

Chapter 17

"No. Fuck him."

"I think we should counter."

"Fuck him."

Fernandez shook her head. "Let’s be smart, not angry. What do you hope to gain from all this, Tom? There must be a figure you would accept."

"I want what I’ll get when they take the company public," Sanders said. "And that’s somewhere between five and twelve million."

"You think. It’s a speculative estimate for a future event."

"That’s what it’ll be, believe me." Fernandez looked at him.

"Would you take five million now?" "Yes." "Alternatively, would you take the compensation package he outlined, plus the stock options you would get at the time of the offering?"

Sanders considered that. "Yes." "All right. I’ll tell him."

She walked back across the courtyard to Heller. The two spoke briefly. After a moment, Heller turned on his heel and stalked away.

Fernandez came back, grinning. "He didn’t go for it." They headed back inside. "But I’ll tell you one thing: this is a good sign."

"It is?"

"Yes. If they want to settle before Johnson gives her testimony, it’s a very good sign."

In view of the acquisition," Meredith Johnson said, "I felt it was important that I meet with all the division heads on Monday." She spoke calmly and slowly, looking at everyone seated around the table in turn. Sanders had the sense of an executive giving a presentation. "I met with Don Cherry, Mark Lewyn, and Mary Anne Hunter during the afternoon. But Tom Sanders said he had a very busy schedule, and asked if we could meet at the end of the day. At his request, I scheduled the meeting with Tom at six o’clock."

He was amazed at the cool way that she lied. He had expected her to be effective, but he was still astonished to see her in action.

"Tom suggested that we could have a drink as well, and go over old times. That wasn’t really my style, but I agreed. I was especially concerned to establish good relations with Tom, because I knew he was disappointed he had not gotten the job, and because we had a past history. I wanted our working relationship to be cordial. For me to refuse a drink with him seemed . . . I don’t know-standoffish, or stiff. So I said yes.

"Tom came to the office at six o’clock. We had a glass of wine, and talked about the problems with the Twinkle drive. However, from the outset he kept making comments of a personal nature that I considered inappropriate for example, comments about my appearance, and about how often he thought about our past relationship. Reference to sexual incidents in the past, and so on."

Son of a bitch Sanders’s whole body was tense. His hands were clenched. His jaw was tight.

Fernandez leaned over and put her hand on his wrist.

Meredith Johnson was saying, ". . . had some calls from Garvin and others. I took them at my desk. Then my assistant came in and asked if she could leave early, to deal with some personal matters. I said she could. She left the room. That was when Tom came over and suddenly started kissing me."

She paused for a moment, looking around the room. She met Sanders’s eyes with a steady gaze.

"I was taken aback by his sudden and unexpected overture," she said, staring evenly at him. "At first, I tried to protest, and to defuse the situation. But Tom is much larger than I am. Much stronger. He pulled me over onto the couch and started to disrobe, and to take my clothes off as well. As you can imagine, I was horrified and frightened. The situation was out of control, and the fact that it was happening made our future working relationship very difficult. To say nothing of how I felt personally, as a woman. I mean, to be assaulted in this way."