"That isn't me," I said. "That isn't the way I look at it."
"But you felt depressed and angry," he reminded me. "Didn't you feel they'd taken away part of your self?"
"They took away my life, not my self," I told him. "They took away my ability to pay my mortgage, care for my children, have good times with my wife. A job is a job, it isn't me, but it's necessary. And I'll tell you what we all knew, Mr. Quinlan, in those last five months, the hundreds of us there, used to be best friends, working together, counting on one another, not even thinking about it, we always knew we could rely on each other right on down the line. But it was the end of the line, and we were enemies now, because we were competitors now, and we all knew it. That's the thing we weren't saying to each other, and the counselors weren't saying, and nobody was saying. That the tribe was bust, it wasn't a tribe any more. We wouldn't be watching each other's backs any more."
He leaned forward again, watching me carefully. "Enemies, Mr. Devore? They were your enemies?"
"We were all enemies, each other's enemies, and we all knew it. You could see it in the faces. People who always used to have lunch together stopped having lunch together. When somebody said, 'Do you have any leads?' you said no, even if it was a lie. We started lying to each other. Friendships stopped. Relationships stopped."
"You couldn't trust one another any more."
"We weren't a team, we were each other's competition. Everything changed."
Quinlan nodded. He wasn't smiling, he was serious. "Every man for himself," he said.
"That's what it is. Before you get the chop, you don't have to know that, you can pretend we're all buddies here. That's the message the inspirers were trying to implant in us, the idea that we're still all together in this, it's still a society, and it is functioning, and we're all a part of it. But after you get the chop, you can't afford that fairy story any more. It is every man for himself. The big executives know that. The stockholders know that. And now we know it."
"And what does that mean to you, Mr. Devore?"
"It means I have nobody to count on but me." Turning to Marjorie, I said, "That's why I've been so distant, and so focused, because I'm all I've got, and I'm in the fight of my life. I'm sorry it's made me so cold to you, I'm sorry, I wish… well. You know what I wish."
"You aren't alone, Burke," Marjorie said. "You've got me, you know that."
I shook my head, but I managed a smile as I said, "Have you got a job for me?"
She took that as rejection, of course, I could see it in her hurt reaction, but it wasn't, that's not what it was meant to be. It was just part of seeing clearly. We don't have the luxury of sentiment now, Hallmark cards. At this moment, in this condition, in this situation, we have to see clearly, there's no other choice.
I turned back to Quinlan. I said, "There's nothing out there but me and the competition, and I have to beat the competition. I have to. Whatever it takes."
But we were getting too close to reality here, the new reality, my own personal way of dealing with the competition. I'd followed the new line of reasoning all the way to the end, and acted on it, but I didn't want anybody else doing that, not around me. Certainly not these two, not Marjorie or Quinlan. So I added, "It's may the best man win, now, and all I can do is hope I'm the best man."
That was the end of the session. Quinlan had let it run on, it seemed, an extra five minutes. And when we left, I thought he looked very closely at me, trying to understand.
Better not to understand, Mr. Q.
Down off the bridge; Kingston. I turn south, toward Sable Jetty.
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She isn't mowing the lawn today. The garage door is closed, and no one is in sight. He's home, then, and probably she is, too.
How do I get at this man? You cannot approach that house unobserved, you just can't. It's as though he's still a Marine, and placed himself where he has the advantage of the terrain; the slope up to his place, the clear line of fire, the inaccessibility from anywhere except the front.
I drive around the neighborhood, and the next time I pass the house, at 11:50, the garage door is open, the garage empty. He's gone again, and I've missed him again.
This is no good, I'm not accomplishing anything. I drive away, southbound, back to that scenic view from Monday, and I sit there brooding, staring without seeing at the river as it marches endlessly by, like weary soldiers under heavy packs, blue-gray soldiers in blue-gray uniforms bent low under the weight of blue-gray packs, marching in their tight masses downstream.
The resume. The resume itself; can I use it? I put my ad in The Paperman, I got my responses, I did my winnowing, I used the addresses from the resumes, but that's all. Is there a way to use the ad itself, the fact of the ad? If I can't get at him when he's home, or find him, or follow him from home, can I send him somewhere, and then follow him?
I begin to see how it could be done. I must go home, get back to the office, think this thing through.
But first I need a restaurant.
B. D. INDUSTRIAL PAPERS
P. O. BOX 2900
WILDBURY, CT 06899
June 11, 1997
Mr. Hauck Exman
27 River Rd.
Sable Jetty, NY 12598
Dear Mr. Exman:
Three months ago, we ran a help wanted ad in The Paperman, to which you responded. At that time, I must admit, you were not our first choice for the position. However, since then, to our chagrin, it has become apparent that our initial decision was in error.
If you have not as yet found other employment, would you be available on Friday, June 20th, to meet with our Personnel Director, Ms. Laurie Kilpatrick, who will be interviewing in the western New York region?
We would suggest lunch at one PM at the Coach House in Regnery, which I believe is not too far from your residence. The reservation will be in Ms. Kilpatrick's name.
Please fill out and return this letter in the enclosed stamped envelope, to let us know your availability. Since the gentleman to be replaced is still on the premises, a phone call might create unnecessary distress.
If we do not hear from you, we will understand that you are no longer interested in the position.
Thank you for your time.
Benj Dockery III, Pres.
□ I am available.
□ I am not available.
□ I must suggest an alternate date.
Signature.
BD/VK
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This is a very dangerous letter to send. For the first time, I'm leaving a trail — other than the bullets from the Luger, I mean — and for the first time I'm doing something that might warn my resume that he's in danger.
The phone number, that's the problem. Though contact with prospective employees is often made by this kind of letter, there's always a phone number on the letterhead, and almost always the employer asks you to respond by phone. Explaining that the unsatisfactory hire is still there, and a phone call might make trouble in the shop, should — I hope — calm HCE's suspicions before they arise. But what if he notices there's no phone number on the letterhead?
I thought of putting a fake number on it, any number at all, but what if he disobeyed the letter and made the call? That's unlikely, since job hunters don't disobey prospective employers, but what if he did? He would not reach B. D. Industrial Papers. And, no matter what happened in the course of that call, I could be sure his next call would be to the police.