Broken Promise: A Thriller

Forty

Agnes Pickens, breezing into the administrative offices of Promise Falls General, shouted into the office of her assistant, Carol Osgoode, as she strode down the hall to her own.

“Yes, Ms. Pickens?” Carol said, getting out from behind her computer and running to the door.

“In my office!” Agnes said.

Agnes was already seated behind her desk, her eyes on the doorway as Carol appeared. She wasn’t out of her twenties, this girl, and there were times when Agnes wondered whether she needed someone older to assist her, but what Carol lacked in life experience she more than made up in dedication. She did what she was told, and she did it quickly.

“What happened after I left yesterday?” Agnes asked, her chin angled slightly up so she could look Carol, whom she had not invited to take a seat, directly in the eye.

“At the board meeting?”

“Yes, of course the board meeting. Did anything happen?”

“Everyone just left. I mean, you were running the meeting, and so they all went off and did whatever it is they do,” Carol said.

Agnes nodded. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I was worried they might have tried to carry on without me.”

Carol shook her head. “I don’t think anyone would dare,” she said.

Agnes’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

Carol looked panicked. “I didn’t mean anything negative. It’s just... everyone knows you’re in charge here, and no one would try to do anything without your knowledge. I told them I figured you would want to reschedule as soon as possible, but of course, that was before anyone had any idea what sorts of things you were dealing with.”

“I suppose my troubles are the talk of the place,” Agnes said.

“Everyone’s concerned,” Carol said. “For you and Marla. And I just... I just can’t...”

“Carol?”

Agnes’s assistant put her hands over her face and began to weep.

“Good heavens, Carol?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry. I’ll go now and—”

Agnes came around the desk, put her arm around the woman’s shoulder, and steered her into a leather chair. “Let me get you a tissue,” she said, and snatched several from a box on a shelf behind her desk. She handed them to Carol, who dabbed her eyes and then blew her nose. She wadded the tissue into a ball and surrounded it with her hands.

“What’s going on, Carol?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she said. “I just feel... I feel so terrible for you and what you’re going through. I mean, I know there’s no end of tragedies in this building every day, but when something happens to someone you know, someone you work for...”

“It’s okay,” Agnes said.

“You’re dealing with it so well, and I really admire that. I just don’t know how you do it.”

Agnes pulled over another chair so she could sit knee-to-knee with her assistant. “Believe me, Carol, inside, I’m a basket case.” She put a hand on Carol’s knee. “I can’t believe you’d be this upset about something happening to me.”

Carol looked at her with red eyes. “Why would you say that?”

“Because, my dear, I can be a first-class bitch.” Agnes smiled. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”

Carol allowed herself a short laugh that sounded more like a clearing of the throat. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Not to my face, you wouldn’t,” Agnes said. “I know what I am, I know how I come across. You can’t run a place like this and be a nice person. And when you’re a woman you have to be even tougher, and you can’t worry about what they think of you. But it doesn’t mean you don’t feel, or that you’re not hurting inside.”

“I know.”

“You take a lot of abuse from me and you keep on going, and I respect that about you. And I’m touched that you’d be so worried about my situation. But you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll sort things out. We’ll get through this. Gill and I and Marla, we’ll do whatever it takes. That’s the way I’ve always been. Maybe sometimes I come across like I don’t care, but that’s not true.”

Carol nodded.

“Are you going to be okay?” Agnes asked. “Do you want to take the day?”

She shook her head violently. “No, I’m certainly not going to leave you, not when you have this much to deal with. I mean, how would it look? You can come to work, but I have to go home?”

Agnes patted her hand. “Okay, then. I want you to reschedule that board meeting for tomorrow, first thing. And let everyone know there’s a chance I might have to cancel again. My — our — situation is a bit unpredictable at the moment.”

“Of course.”

“And now I’m going to go up and see how Marla is doing. I think I’ll have her sent home today.”

“I couldn’t believe it when I heard.”

“Well, everything about this is pretty unbelievable. Gill’s going to take some time off, or at least conduct all his business from the house, so there’ll be someone there with Marla at all times. He’s there now. We’ll spell each other.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Carol said. She stood. “Thank you for this. And there’s just one other thing I’d like to say.”

“Okay,” Agnes said, and waited.

“I just know Marla didn’t do anything bad.”

“Well, that’s nice of you, Carol.”

“I’ve met her lots of times, and I don’t think she has a mean bone in her body. She’s a good person.”

Agnes smiled. “Let everyone know about the rescheduled meeting. I’ll be back in a while.”

Agnes left her office, heading for the elevators. Carol returned to her own desk, tossed her tissue into the wastebasket tucked under it, then took a small makeup mirror from her purse to make sure she looked presentable. When she was finished with that, she took out her cell phone. She found the number she was looking for, then put the phone to her ear and listened to the rings.

After five, someone picked up.

Carol said, “Hey, it’s me... I just had the most amazing conversation with, you know, my boss.... She was so nice to me. I’ve been a total wreck about what’s going on, and I kind of lost it and she was really comforting. I’ve never really seen her like that before... Yeah, kind of weird... And it got me thinking about us, you know, that maybe it’s time to, you know. I mean, there’s just no future... I know, I know... I just don’t think I can keep doing this... I kind of figured you’d be thinking along the same lines... I know... I hear ya... Look, I have to go; there’s a lot going on here... Don’t say that... You’re going to make me cry... I love you, too, Gill.”