Cornerstone Chapter 2
The following week was horrible at work my co-workers acted as though I were invisible. When I went to the coffee room if anyone was in there they would leave. Finally, Charlotte came in with a plate of cookies, she filled her cup with coffee came over where I was sitting handed me one of the cookies and sat down.
“I understand that you are an honest person and you had no ulterior motive when you turned in the boss. I just want you to know what he was using the discretionary fund for; it was not to line his own pockets. He gave me $10 one day to help with paying day care. I was short that week because my youngest was sick and I had to take him to the doctors twice. John in billing needed gas money; his streak of bad luck happened when a deer totaled his car and the insurance company would not cover it, the repairs came out of pocket, he was short that week. There are many here that were helped by the boss.” Charlotte said
Tears welled up in my eyes and I hoarsely whispered: “I am so sorry, just to let you know the bosses were not concerned about the discretionary fund they are interested in who has been siphoning off the top to a tune of more than a million. I told them my error they do not believe me. I have to find out who is doing it for Cortland’s sake.”
Charlotte said: “ I will quietly tell everyone what you said and as for me if you need help just let me know what I can do.”
I perked up and leaned over to give Charlotte a hug. She hugged back.
I then said: “Charlotte do you know anyone who could check into someone’s financial records?”
Charlotte said: “I might, what are you thinking?”
I answered: “Mr. Timberland offered me Cortland’s position. I am nowhere qualified for that position; he knows very well that I am not qualified. This leaves me wondering what his motive is. I did decline the offer stating I did not want the responsibility.”
Intrinsic to my nature I reach out to others; some may say because I am so rigid in my stance since I will not lie, they believe I do not have the capacity to reach beyond my beliefs. They would be wrong; I stand at the line that I have drawn in the sand never wanting to cross the line my toes ache wanting to reach to others hoping even in the gray areas I allow myself, someone will at least touch the tips of my fingers not for help but simply to communicate. That is what Charlotte has done.
Charlotte left the coffee room assuring me she would give the information to the person she knows and she will let me know if anything is found in Mr. Timberland’s financials.
I was glad it was Friday and I could just close myself in my little house and not poke my head out until Monday when I had to be back at work.
That did not work out the way I had hoped when I arrived home there was a message on my recorder from Mr. Cortland.”
“Emma this is Kurt Cortland I was hoping to speak with you. Could you give me a call and consider coming over this evening I will spring for a pizza and have beer on hand. We need to talk about Timberland.”
When I first heard his voice a knot clenched in my stomach, but after hearing what he said all the stress of the week seemed to evaporate.