18-04-2019, 12:12 PM
ZERO TOLERANCE
[PART7]
Two months ago Mr. Dyson announced that Clay International Electronics was interested in buying Dyson Electronics. Mr. Dyson said that the deal was dependent on our second quarter results that were due out in one week. Mr. Dyson also said that if Clay International did buy the company we could expect some changes but he didn't think anything would happen immediately.
As it turned out our second quarter results were exactly what Clay International wanted to see and they planned to move ahead with the purchase of Dyson Electronics. When Mr. Dyson informed us of Clay International's decision he invited all 185 employees of Dyson Electronics to a party at his house to celebrate the sale of his company. Mr. Dyson has a big place out in the country with a large swimming pool, lots of big oak trees and beautiful gardens and he likes to show it off.
While Mr. Dyson was ready to celebrate the sale of his company, most of his employees were worried about what would happen to their jobs when Clay International took over.
On Friday, the day before Mr. Dyson's party, I was told that I would have to go to Atlanta Monday for a contract negotiation. It was not unusual for me to be sent out to do contract negotiations but I usually had more advanced notice of an upcoming trip. That evening I was telling Stacy about the upcoming trip when she told me that Ed and Linda were going to stop over later for drinks. For Stacy and I this visit was a welcome diversion from our worries about what was going to happen after Clay International took over Dyson's. We did talk about the coming take over and our concerns but we also talked about taking the boat out the following weekend and other happier topics.
We had just opened our third round of beers when Ed told us about a purchase he and Linda had made.
"Linda and I were up in Concord Thursday evening and we found this great antique roll top desk. The price was right so I just had to buy it," Ed said.
"He was writing the check before he thought to discuss it with me," Linda said.
"You said you liked it."
"I do like it but it is so big where are we going to put it," Linda said.
"We'll figure that our when we get it home," Ed said.
"Great plan," Linda said.
"I have to go pee," I said and got up. "I hope you two are done fighting by the time I get back."
"You call this fighting? Linda and I don't consider it a fight unless one of us has to go to the hospital," Ed said.
"And it is usually Ed that ends up in the hospital," Linda said.
We were all laughing and Ed said, "That's true."
When I got back from the bathroom they were all silent. I looked at Ed and then at Linda before I sat down.
"I guess the fight ended in a tie," I said. "No apparent injuries to either party."
We all laughed and then I turned to Stacy.
"Stacy, I almost forgot. I am going to have to go into the office tomorrow to finish some reports that are due next week," I said. "I have to get them done before the party tomorrow."
"Why do they have to be done tomorrow?" Stacy said.
"Did you forget already? I will be in Atlanta until Wednesday or Thursday next week," I said.
"Will you be done in time for the party?" Stacy said.
"I don't know. We may have to go late."
Ed and Linda went home around eleven o'clock and Stacy and I headed for bed shortly after they left.
Mr. Dyson's party was scheduled to start at three o'clock in the afternoon so Saturday morning I got up early and ate breakfast with Stacy. As I was drinking my second cup of coffee Stacy said, "Before you go into the office, would you do me a favor?"
"What do you need?" I asked.
"Would you remove the seats from the back of my van? I told Ed and Linda they could borrow it to pick up that antique desk they bought."
I was about to say something but Stacy stopped me. "It's my van and if I want to loan it to our friends so they can pick up their new desk I don't need your permission."
"I never said you did. I was just going to say that I will take the seats out before I leave for the office." That wasn't what I was really going to say but it was the better part of valor.
I finished my breakfast and then went out to the garage to remove the seats from the two back rows in Stacy's van so Ed and Linda would be able to get his antique desk into it. Then I went into the office to finish several sales reports that I wasn't going to have time to do the following week. At one o'clock I was still sitting in my office working on the reports when Stacy called and asked me if I was going to be home soon. I looked at the stack of reports I still had in front of me and told her that I had at least another two hours before I would be finished. Then I suggested that she go ahead to the party and I would get there as soon as I could.
It was four o'clock when I finished the last of the reports and headed to my car for the hour-long drive out to Mr. Dyson's house. I was going to call Stacy once I got on the road to let her know when I expected to get to the party but like a fool I had left my cell phone at home that morning. I arrived at the party shortly after five o'clock and I went into the house and looked for Stacy. There were several people in the house but Stacy wasn't among them.
I asked a girl I knew from the accounting department if she had seen Stacy.
"I saw her earlier," she said. "She was out in the yard talking to Steve Lydon."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
[PART7]
Two months ago Mr. Dyson announced that Clay International Electronics was interested in buying Dyson Electronics. Mr. Dyson said that the deal was dependent on our second quarter results that were due out in one week. Mr. Dyson also said that if Clay International did buy the company we could expect some changes but he didn't think anything would happen immediately.
As it turned out our second quarter results were exactly what Clay International wanted to see and they planned to move ahead with the purchase of Dyson Electronics. When Mr. Dyson informed us of Clay International's decision he invited all 185 employees of Dyson Electronics to a party at his house to celebrate the sale of his company. Mr. Dyson has a big place out in the country with a large swimming pool, lots of big oak trees and beautiful gardens and he likes to show it off.
While Mr. Dyson was ready to celebrate the sale of his company, most of his employees were worried about what would happen to their jobs when Clay International took over.
On Friday, the day before Mr. Dyson's party, I was told that I would have to go to Atlanta Monday for a contract negotiation. It was not unusual for me to be sent out to do contract negotiations but I usually had more advanced notice of an upcoming trip. That evening I was telling Stacy about the upcoming trip when she told me that Ed and Linda were going to stop over later for drinks. For Stacy and I this visit was a welcome diversion from our worries about what was going to happen after Clay International took over Dyson's. We did talk about the coming take over and our concerns but we also talked about taking the boat out the following weekend and other happier topics.
We had just opened our third round of beers when Ed told us about a purchase he and Linda had made.
"Linda and I were up in Concord Thursday evening and we found this great antique roll top desk. The price was right so I just had to buy it," Ed said.
"He was writing the check before he thought to discuss it with me," Linda said.
"You said you liked it."
"I do like it but it is so big where are we going to put it," Linda said.
"We'll figure that our when we get it home," Ed said.
"Great plan," Linda said.
"I have to go pee," I said and got up. "I hope you two are done fighting by the time I get back."
"You call this fighting? Linda and I don't consider it a fight unless one of us has to go to the hospital," Ed said.
"And it is usually Ed that ends up in the hospital," Linda said.
We were all laughing and Ed said, "That's true."
When I got back from the bathroom they were all silent. I looked at Ed and then at Linda before I sat down.
"I guess the fight ended in a tie," I said. "No apparent injuries to either party."
We all laughed and then I turned to Stacy.
"Stacy, I almost forgot. I am going to have to go into the office tomorrow to finish some reports that are due next week," I said. "I have to get them done before the party tomorrow."
"Why do they have to be done tomorrow?" Stacy said.
"Did you forget already? I will be in Atlanta until Wednesday or Thursday next week," I said.
"Will you be done in time for the party?" Stacy said.
"I don't know. We may have to go late."
Ed and Linda went home around eleven o'clock and Stacy and I headed for bed shortly after they left.
Mr. Dyson's party was scheduled to start at three o'clock in the afternoon so Saturday morning I got up early and ate breakfast with Stacy. As I was drinking my second cup of coffee Stacy said, "Before you go into the office, would you do me a favor?"
"What do you need?" I asked.
"Would you remove the seats from the back of my van? I told Ed and Linda they could borrow it to pick up that antique desk they bought."
I was about to say something but Stacy stopped me. "It's my van and if I want to loan it to our friends so they can pick up their new desk I don't need your permission."
"I never said you did. I was just going to say that I will take the seats out before I leave for the office." That wasn't what I was really going to say but it was the better part of valor.
I finished my breakfast and then went out to the garage to remove the seats from the two back rows in Stacy's van so Ed and Linda would be able to get his antique desk into it. Then I went into the office to finish several sales reports that I wasn't going to have time to do the following week. At one o'clock I was still sitting in my office working on the reports when Stacy called and asked me if I was going to be home soon. I looked at the stack of reports I still had in front of me and told her that I had at least another two hours before I would be finished. Then I suggested that she go ahead to the party and I would get there as soon as I could.
It was four o'clock when I finished the last of the reports and headed to my car for the hour-long drive out to Mr. Dyson's house. I was going to call Stacy once I got on the road to let her know when I expected to get to the party but like a fool I had left my cell phone at home that morning. I arrived at the party shortly after five o'clock and I went into the house and looked for Stacy. There were several people in the house but Stacy wasn't among them.
I asked a girl I knew from the accounting department if she had seen Stacy.
"I saw her earlier," she said. "She was out in the yard talking to Steve Lydon."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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