Monahan 01 Options

by Rosemarie A D'Amico

  Cleve Johnston had hung around for the rest of the meetings and had avoided me the whole day for which I couldn’t blame him. I had been out of line and I knew it. But fuck it, I thought. Sometimes friendship has to rule.

  Chris Oakes had surprisingly kept his appointment with Sherlock Holmes at the coffee break. Their interview had been short and Detective Leech left shaking his head. You’ll be okay, I wanted to yell after him. He had the look about him of someone who had just been returned to earth after being poked and prodded by aliens. I wondered who had done the interviewing because giving someone the third degree was an art that Oakes had perfected himself. If he could concentrate long enough, I reminded myself. I almost ran into the hall after Detective Leech to beg him to cuff Oakes and drag him out.

  Not that Chris Oakes was any stranger to handcuffs. Vanessa had reported to me one day that yet another limo driver had called and quit. She was upset because there weren’t many more limousine services in the city that would serve us. If Oakes wasn’t firing them, they were quitting. The latest driver had quit because when he arrived at Pearson Airport to drop off Oakes, Oakes wouldn’t get out of the car because he was on the car phone talking to someone. The conversation dragged on and on, and the police knocked on the driver’s window a few times motioning for the driver to pull away. The driver waved over his shoulder a few times at Oakes who pointedly ignored him. Finally, the driver got out of the car and explained to the police that his passenger wasn’t moving.

  The police tried gesturing to Oakes through the passenger window but he ignored them too. Chris finally caught on that he had to hang up the phone when the police officer reached behind him and pulled out his handcuffs which he waved at Oakes through the window. Oakes quickly hung up the phone and got out of the car. The driver got a fine that we ended up paying. The saying that no man is above the law didn’t seem to apply to Chris. He was in his own world and he had his own rules. I hoped that one day his attitude would catch up with him.

  Tom James and Philip Winston had showed up at the directors’ meeting during the coffee break. I knew Tom would be needed for the compensation committee meeting but I had no idea why Philip was there. I waved at Tom and motioned him over to where I was standing.

  “What’s Mr. Winston the Third doing here?” I asked.

  Tom shrugged. “Chris wants the board members to meet him.”

  “Why?”

  “Figure it out Kate.” I looked over at Philip, grinning from ear to ear, shaking Arthur’s hand. “You’re looking at one of our new senior officers.”

  “Senior officer of what?” I asked him.

  “Confidential,” Tom whispered.

  “Oh, fuck off Tom. Confidential my ass. I’ll be doing the minutes of the meeting and I’ll find out soon enough.”

  Tom leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Oakes wants to put his name up for chief operating officer.”

  “Larry Everly’s obviously bought in,” I stated.

  Tom nodded and walked away.

  So, I wondered. What the hell had Rick and Phil been up to the night before? Philip was taking over the chief operating officer side of Rick’s job but I couldn’t possibly fathom why Rick would be meeting with Philip. Rick had been fired and was the latest untouchable in our company’s leper colony of cast-offs. Philip was shaking everyone’s hand and moving about the room. When he headed my way I wiped my hand on my dress, waiting for the inevitable handshake.

  “Kathleen,” he pronounced as he walked up and held out his hand.

  “Philip,” I boomed back and gripped his hand. “So, I understand congratulations are in order.”

  He nodded and grinned.

  “You’re sure you’re up for the challenge?”

  “I think it’ll be a good fit. I’ve got big shoes to fill and I hope to live up to the board’s expectations,” he pontificated.

  “Save it Phil. You sound like a press release.” I had made him uncomfortable and he looked around for another hand to shake. Time to go for the kill, I thought.

  “So, how was dinner last night?” I asked sweetly.

  He was looking across the room and my question obviously didn’t sink in right away.

  “Fine, fine,” he mumbled. He started to walk away and I grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket.

  “Rick give you some good pointers?” I asked. Now I had his attention.

  “Pardon?”

  “I asked you if Rick gave you some good pointers. You know, where the best place is to go for lunch. Which secretaries in the office have the cutest buns. When and how to avoid Oakes. You know. Inside stuff.”

  He was staring at me and I knew, that he knew, that I knew.

  “Rick who?” he asked innocently and walked away.

  chapter forty

  My phone rang and I hurried down the hallway to answer it, hoping it was Jay. I hadn’t heard from him all day and was anxious to talk to him.

  “Hi, it’s me,” Vanessa said.

  “Oh, hi,” I said, slightly disappointed.

  “Excuse me,” she said. “Expecting someone else to call?”

  I laughed. “Hoping is more like it. I just thought it was Jay calling.” I looked at my watch. “What are you doing up so late?”

  “Calling you.”

  “I gathered that Vee. Get to the point,” I urged. I hoped she didn’t have something work-related for me to do.

  “They’ve taken Rick Cox in for questioning in connection with Ev’s death,” she announced. I was dumbfounded.

  “Taken him in?” I repeated. “What does that mean?” They had questioned me even though the Detective said it was an interview. Only my questioning was done in the comfort of my office.

  “I don’t know what it means. I don’t think they’ve arrested him.”

  Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  “How did you find out?” I asked her.

  “Oakes. He called and I made the mistake of answering the phone. It was late and I thought it might be my ex calling about Ashley. Oakes was gloating. He’s drunk and he was rambling but I made out that they had taken in Rick.”

  I wondered how Oakes had found out.

  “Some reporter called Chris,” Vee answered my unspoken question. “I guess those bloodsuckers hang out at the police stations waiting for news.”

  “Jesus. What happened with our stock today?” I asked out of the blue.

  “Down another buck.”

  And the slide continues. News of Rick’s ‘questioning’ certainly wasn’t going to help the share price, I thought grimly.

  “Thanks for calling Vee. I’ll see you tomorrow.” We hung up.

  I paced up and down the hallway by the front door and thought about the latest revelation about Rick Cox being ‘taken in’. I couldn’t put the pieces in place but I figured the police must be putting two and two together now. I tried to think like they would and came up with all sorts of possibilities.

  One of the reasons Rick was fired was for fiddling with the stock options. Evelyn’s job had been stock options. So maybe the police think that Rick needed Ev out of the way so he poisoned her. But why would Rick need Ev out of the way? He didn’t need Evelyn dead to be able to sign on to the stock option system and make changes. Certainly if Ev were alive she would have found out and done something about it. If Rick had been guilty of wanting Ev out of the way, why would he then be so stupid to ask Jay to generate reports from the system? Jay wasn’t dumb and he would no doubt find the same changes. In fact, he had discovered that someone had screwed around.

  Maybe Rick didn’t think the changes would be discovered so quickly by someone other than Ev. Maybe Rick would kill Jay next, I thought irrationally. Stop it. We have no proof that Rick killed Ev. The police are just questioning him.

  I grabbed the phone and dialled Jay’s number. The machine kicked in right away and I slammed the phone down without leaving a message. I hadn’t spoken with Jay since this time last night. He hadn’t returned any of my calls. He must
be really angry with me, I thought. I made a mental note to tell on him, next time I saw his mother. Rude. He was downright rude.

  I wondered what he had done all day as I got undressed for bed. Probably slacking off and playing on the Internet. I missed him and was mad at him for not calling me. I stood in front of the mirror on my dresser and practiced a pout but decided the look didn’t suit me so I flicked off the light and crawled into bed.

  My sleep started off with very pleasant dreams of Jay. And then I was back in the desert running around in circles looking for Ev and Jay.

  I woke up in a sweat and was surprised that it was morning. I kicked off the duvet and let the cool air from the window wash over my body. I wondered if I could burn off calories while dreaming of running. Not a bad thought.

  In spite of being awake, I still felt lost, and my chest felt hollow. I got out of bed and shuffled down the hall to my phone to check my voice mail at the office. I didn’t have an answering machine at home and deliberately left the phone at the point farthest from my bedroom so it wouldn’t disturb me. I wished now I had an answering machine. What if Jay had tried to call? I felt like a schoolgirl again, waiting for someone to telephone and ask me to the prom. There were no messages on my system at the office so I tried Jay’s number again. The machine was still on and I hung up the phone slowly.

  “Well, fuck you Jay Harmon,” I said out loud. Fuck you and the horse you came in on.

  I showered and dressed quickly and went to work.

  TechniGroup made the front page of the paper that morning. They ran about a quarter of a column outlining the recent events and at the bottom of the column it was noted in bold print that there was a further story in the Business Section.

  Wow, free press. You can’t buy publicity like this I thought. Dave Rowlandson and Tony Player were probably frantic at this point and would be huddled together charting out the damage control.

  When something like this happened, where the press reiterated all the bad news, it was bound to have a continuing adverse affect on the stock price. My prediction came true when the stock opened down half a dollar.

  The office was buzzing with speculation and the many employees who held stock through the employee stock purchase plan weren’t impressed with the latest slide in the price. In fact, not impressed understated the issue somewhat. If it was possible to have a mutiny in a corporation, I’m sure we would have had one on our hands that morning. I wanted to remind them all that they were shareholders and that they did have a voice. Collectively, their voices could be heard at the annual shareholders meeting. They weren’t dumb though. They all knew that their shares in total couldn’t make a difference when it was time to vote for the directors.

  I closed my door and got to work on the stack of materials from Harold’s out-basket. I started at the top and worked my way through. Mostly mundane tasks. I saved the minutes of yesterday’s meetings for the last. Harold had been a busy little beaver because there were two full tapes of dictation. He must have been up all night dictating.

  I ate at my desk and worked straight through staring at my phone every couple of minutes, willing it to ring. Jay still hadn’t returned my calls and I was starting to get a little worried. I tried his number again and when the machine kicked on, I hung up quickly.

  I pulled the Dictaphone transcription machine closer to the side of my computer and plugged in the first tape. The machine was set to broadcast from the little speaker in the front because I couldn’t stand to wear earphones. I pushed the right hand side of the floor pedal to activate the machine and listened to Harold’s voice. He talked and I typed. His voice droned on through all the standard verbiage that appears at the beginning of all minutes of meetings. Who was present. Who chaired the meeting. The fact that the corporate secretary was present. Resolutions to approve the minutes of the last meeting. His voice droned on and I went into automatic. I found myself typing things before he said them. This must be what it’s like to work in a factory, I thought.

  When he said, “New heading. Strategic Alliance with Morgenstern,” my ears perked up. This next part would be about Jack Vincent’s presentation. I wondered who the hell was Morgenstern? I’d never heard of a company by that name. It turned out to be a code name because Harold mentioned in the minutes that it was agreed by all directors to refer to the possible acquiror as Morgenstern. Typically, because of confidentiality, any time a deal was about to take place and either of the companies involved were a public company, code names for the companies were used, to guard against leakage of information that could possibly affect the public stock price. Envision very high-priced lawyers, sitting around an exquisite boardroom table about to enter into negotiations for a huge, takeover bid. First item on the agenda - what code names are to be used. By the time that issue was settled, the legal fees were into the six digits.

  I typed along in automatic pilot and remembered reading a Herman Wouk novel when I was a young teenager. The girl’s name in the book was Morgenstern. Marjorie Morgenstern. It was a great novel about a Jewish girl in her late teens growing up in New York City. The name Morgenstern was Yiddish or German. And I remembered she had changed her name when she became an actress to Marjorie Morningstar. I couldn’t make any connection with the code name and I shook my head and tried to concentrate on what Harold was saying. I checked the computer and saw that I had typed two full pages and couldn’t remember doing it. I pushed the page up button on the computer and re-read everything I’d typed. Boring.

  Everything so far in the minutes was non-committal. Generic stuff. The first side of the tape ended and I flipped it over. It was the start of the minutes of the compensation committee meeting. Harold talked. I typed. My fingers were working and I closed my eyes. I wondered if it was possible to be blind and be a dicta-typist. I typed along for awhile and checked what I had done. Not bad, but I’d definitely need a proofreader.

  I snapped out of my trance because Harold was talking directly at me on the tape.

  “This next section Kate, covers the employment agreements. Can you please pull out the agreements for Chris Oakes, Tom James, Roger Smith, Roy Dunleavy and Patrick Hanks and draft amending agreements incorporating the changes I’m about to dictate here.” He continued on with the minutes.

  The board had agreed to amend the employment agreements of the top executives by amending the change of control clause. I was familiar with it because it had been a disclosure issue a couple of years ago. Change of control happened when another party became the majority owner of the company’s shares. Each executive’s employment agreement had a clause covering termination of their employment due to a change in control. In other words, how the company would have to compensate the individual if there was a change of control and they lost their job. A majority shareholder was all it would take. Right now our largest shareholder was Larry Everly’s company and they held only 6% of TechniGroup’s shares.

  Now why wasn’t I surprised? We know there’s going to be a change of control because someone, code-named Morgenstern, was knocking at the door. We also know that top executives usually lose their jobs in a takeover. So, let’s belly-up to the bar and cover our collective asses. Let’s make sure we get paid a shit-load of money to lose our jobs. This definitely sucks, I told myself.

  I stopped typing and turned around to my desk, and pulled my notebook towards me where I made a note to amend the employment agreements and disgustedly turned back around to my machine. The clock at the bottom of the screen told me it was only three-thirty so I stopped for a cigarette break and started to feel depressed. These guys certainly have horseshoes up their asses.

  I knew that if the takeover happened, Oakes would be walking around like a peacock. Bragging about how he had pulled it off and ‘won’ the game. It was all a game to him. When Chris had first started working at TechniGroup I was convinced that he wasn’t driven by personal gain. He couldn’t have been because he never seemed to care about the share price which stayed steady for a long ti
me. After the aborted deal with the Germans fell through and the stock was on a rollercoaster, it didn’t seem to bother him. A hefty portion of his compensation package was tied to stock options and he’d never made a move to cash in on any of them. He had some very low exercise prices because his stock had been granted to him when the shares were trading at around $6.00. On paper he was a multi-millionaire. Well, he was last week before the stock took a shit, I thought with glee. This thought made me a little happier and I ground out my cigarette and got back to work.

  I was even more depressed though a few minutes later when Harold dictated in the minutes that the board had approved the grant of 150,000 additional stock options to each of the senior executives. The exercise price would be the closing price of the shares on the date of grant. That was yesterday and the shares had closed at about $7.00. If a takeover bid was imminent, you could bet your sweet bippy that Morgenstern would be paying a little more than $7.00 a share.

  I wondered to myself what would happen to stock options on a takeover bid. That area of the law was cloudy to me and I wasn’t sure if unexercisable stock options would be acknowledged and paid for in a takeover. The options granted yesterday wouldn’t become exercisable for one year.

  The minutes of the directors meeting were a rehash of everything that had been discussed and approved at the two committee meetings. The only additional item was the appointment of Philip Winston the Third, to the position of Chief Operating Officer.

  “Make sure you type his name in full Kate, with a comma and the roman numeral three,” Harold reminded me.

  Harold droned on and I was surprised to hear that the board also appointed Winston a director to fill the vacancy created by Richard Cox’s resignation. I choked a little as I typed the word ‘resignation’. The board was happy to have Philip joining the team, blah, blah, blah. They approved the grant of 250,000 options to Winston and the exercise price was to be set on the date his employment agreement was signed.