CHICAGO - ROSS INDUSTRIES
- NEXT DAY - 8 AM
Becca Ross, wearing a conservative business suit, stands in an elevator
staring at the metal grating that lines it on all sides. Her face registers
a hint of claustrophobia as she remembers the prison bars of her cell. She
reaches her floor and exits the elevator outside the executive offices, approaching
a set of double doors. She looks around at the bare hallway, devoid of furniture
and pictures. "Just like prison,"
she mutters, "only here they lock you out." She presses a buzzer beside the doors to the executive suite.
She is conscious of the security camera overhead as the intercom comes alive
and forces herself to smile.
"Yes? Ms. Ross, is that you? Come right in."
The door is unlocked and swings
open as a woman rushes over to greet her. "Ms. Ross, your father told us you were coming back to work
today. Its so good to have you back after…"
Her voice trails off in embarrassment. "I'll tell your father you're
here," she says, turning away.
Becca
takes a seat while she waits for the woman to return. She takes in the elegant
surroundings inside the suite, admiring the redecorated office with comfortable
furniture and large paintings set against a muted color scheme of mauve and
pale green. She looks up as a man in an expensive distinctively-cut three
piece suit walks over.
"Becca! So good to have you back. You look…good." He pauses, unsure what to say next.
The receptionist's return saves him from further conversation. "Your father will see you now, Ms. Ross."
Becca
excuses herself and walks toward the large corner office.
Behind her another man approaches
the first. "Say, who's that, Harry?" he asks
with admiration in his voice.
"Old man Ross's daughter."
"I thought…"
"This is his other daughter. I wouldn't get any ideas, if I were you. We used to call her AB. 'All Business'. I'm surprised she's back. They
had a falling out. She's obviously back in
the old man's good graces, so just watch
your step." He turns and walks away.
Up the hall, Becca
walks past her father's secretary, who gives her
a frosty look as she enters his office.
"Becca!" Ross says enthusiastically,
rising to greet her. "It's good to have you back. Its going to be just like old times."
Becca
gives him a tepid smile as he resumes shuffling through the papers on his
desk and continues without noticing, "I'm placing you back in charge
of mergers and acquisitions. Harry can fill you in on the companies we're researching."
He rises to see her out. "Mrs. Cummings, Becca will be moving
into the office just down the hall. Whatever she needs, see that she gets
it."
"Of course, Mr. Ross."
As he turns back to his office, she calls after him, "Mr. Ross, did you remember I have a dentist appointment at
3 this afternoon? You said Ms. Green could cover for me, since you'll be out this afternoon."
"That's fine. See all my calls
are forwarded." Without another word,
he withdraws into his office, leaving Becca to explore
her new office.
LATER THAT DAY 3PM
Becca
emerges quietly from her office, after watching Mrs. Cummings leave for her
dental appointment. She moves quickly to the secretary's desk and attempts to use
the computer, but is disappointed to see it ask for a screensaver password.
"Damn!" she mutters,
as she tries the desk drawer only to find it locked.
She turns to the filing cabinets
behind the desk, rapidly scanning headings on the file folders looking for
those that are unfamiliar. She finds several that look promising and scans
their contents, looking for the names Alcini or
Gagomiros. A small envelope taped on the back side
of the second drawer catches her eye and she reaches in to find a small key
- small enough for the desk! Quickly, she extracts it and inserts it in the
desk drawer, delighted to find that it works. She begins to search, careful
not to disturb the contents, until she finds what looks like an appointment
book.
Becca
holds her breath as she opens the book and realizes the entries go back to
1998. She quickly finds the date Helen mentioned in her diary, when she met
her father for lunch, and hurriedly copies out all the names scheduled for
that day. She returns the book to its place, careful to put everything back
as she found it, before closing and locking the drawer. Turning to the file
cabinet, she is slipping the key back in its place when she hears footsteps
behind her. Thinking quickly, she reaches up and removes an earring, dropping
it in the drawer. Behind her, she hears Harry's voice.
"Becca, what are you doing?"
His tone is joking, but Becca hears the suspicion
underneath. Or it is just her imagination?
She turns to face him, forcing
a smile. "I
was doing some research in these files today. I just realized I had lost one
of the earrings Daddy gave me for my birthday."
She pauses briefly, satisfied that the mention of her father has had an affect
and conscious that he is looking at her empty ear lobe. "I
thought it might have fallen off in the drawer."
"Did you find it?" Harry
asks, bridling his curiosity.
"Not yet." Becca turns back to the drawer, rummaging between the folders
for a few seconds before exclaiming with delight, "Here it is!" She retrieves
it and makes a show of putting it on her ear. "Another mystery solved!" she exclaims, conscious of the irony of her statement. She shuts the drawer
and stands up. "I should have a preliminary
report for you on those two companies by tomorrow morning," she says briskly, turning back toward her office.
Harry stares after her retreating
back. "Same old Becca. AB," he mutters,
following her down the hall.