Disclosure

And then, one Saturday afternoon, she walked around the apartment in white stockings and a garter belt and a bra while Phil was watching television. Sanders said to her, "What are you doing that for?"

`Just cheering him up," Meredith replied. She threw herself back on the bed. "Now why don’t you cheer me up?" she said. And she pulled her legs back, opening-

"Tom? Are you listening to me?" Fernandez was saying. "Hello? Tom? Are you there?"

"I’m here," Sanders said.

But he was still watching Blackburn, thinking about Blackburn. Now he remembered another time, a few years later. Sanders had started dating Susan, and Phil had dinner with the two of them one night. Susan went to the bathroom. "She’s great," Blackburn said. "She’s terrific. She’s beautiful and she’s great."

"But?"

"But . . ." Blackburn had shrugged. "She’s a lawyer."

"So?"

"You can never trust a lawyer," Blackburn had said, and laughed. One of his rueful, wise laughs.

You can never trust a lawyer.

Now, standing in the DigiCom conference room, Sanders watched as Blackburn disappeared around a corner. He turned back to Fernandez.

". . really had no choice," Fernandez was saying. "The whole situation finally became untenable. The fact situation with Johnson is bad. And the tape is dangerous they don’t want it played, and they’re afraid it will get out. They have a problem about prior sexual harassment by Johnson; she’s done it before, and they know it. Even though none of the men you talked to has agreed to talk, one of them might in the future, and they know it. And of course they’ve got their chief counsel revealing company information to a reporter."

Sanders said, "What?"

She nodded. "Blackburn was the one who gave the story to Connie Walsh. He acted in flagrant violation of all rules of conduct for an employee of the company. He’s a major problem for them. And it all just became too much. These things could bring down the entire company. Looking at it rationally, they had to make a deal with you."

"Yeah," Sanders said. "But none of this is rational, you know?"

"You’re acting like you don’t believe it," Fernandez said. "Believe it. It just got too big. They couldn’t sit on it anymore."

"So what’s the deal?"

Fernandez looked at her notes. "You got your whole shopping list. They’ll fire Johnson. They’ll give you her job, if you want that. Or they’ll reinstate you at your present position. Or they’ll give you another position in the company. They’ll pay you a hundred thousand in pain and suffering and they’ll pay my fees. Or they’ll negotiate a termination agreement, if you want that. In any case, they’ll give you full stock options if and when the division goes public. Whether you choose to remain with the company or not."

`Jesus Christ."

She nodded. "Total capitulation."

"You really believe Blackburn means it?"

You can never trust a lawyer.

"Yes," she said. "Frankly, it’s the first thing that has made any sense to me all day. They had to do this, Tom. Their exposure is too great, and the stakes are too high."

"And what about this briefing?"

"They’re worried about the merger-as you suspected when all this began. They don’t want to blow it with any sudden changes now. So they want you to participate in the briefing tomorrow with Johnson, as if everything was normal. Then early next week, Johnson will have a physical exam as part of her insurance for the new job. The exam will uncover serious health problems, maybe even cancer, which will force a regrettable change in management."

"I see."

He went to the window and looked out at the city. The clouds were higher, and the evening sun was breaking through. He took a deep breath.

"And if I don’t participate in the briefing?"

"It’s up to you, but I would, if I were you," Fernandez said. "At this point, you really are in a position to bring down the company. And what good is that?"

He took another deep breath. He was feeling better all the time.

"You’re saying this is over," he said, finally.

"Yes. It’s over, and you’ve won. You pulled it off: Congratulations, Tom."

She shook his hand.

`Jesus Christ," he said.

She stood up. "I’m going to draw up an instrument outlining my conversation with Blackburn, specifying these options, and send it to him for his signature in an hour. I’ll call you when I have it signed. Meanwhile, I recommend you do whatever preparation you need for this meeting tomorrow, and get some much deserved rest. I’ll see you tomorrow."

"Okay,"

It was slowly seeping into him, the realization that it was over. Really over. It had happened so suddenly and so completely, he was a little dazed.

"Congratulations again," Fernandez said. She folded her briefcase and left.

He was back in his office at about six. Cindy was leaving; she asked if he needed her, and he said he didn’t. Sanders sat at his desk and stared out the window for a while, savoring the conclusion of the day. Through his open door, he watched as people left for the night, heading down the hall. Finally he called his wife in Phoenix to tell her the news, but her line was busy.

There was a knock at his door. He looked up and saw Blackburn standing there, looking apologetic. "Got a minute?"

"Sure."

"I just wanted to repeat to you, on a personal level, how sorry I am about all this. In the press of complex corporate problems like this, human values may get lost, despite the best of intentions. While we intend to be fair to everyone, sometimes we fail. And what is a corporation if not a human group, a group of human beings? We’re all people, underneath it all. As Alexander Pope once said, `We’re all just human.’ So recognizing your own graciousness through all this, I want to say to you . . .