Jason had the box of Malinda’s valuables given to him by Glenda Mc Donald. He opened the box on his desk and placed Tammy’s birth certificate in the safe. The box also contained jewellery, a small amount of gold bullion, a bottle of perfume and a small computer disk. Jason opened the perfume; the unmistakable essence of Forever filled the air. He placed the things carefully in the safe except for the computer disk; he slid it into the A drive of the computer on his desk. It displayed some kind of formula, some of the text he recognised as simple chemistry, but most was quite involved. The disk displayed no clue to its contents, or origin. He thought Malinda would not have gone to such lengths to save it unless it really meant something to her. He retrieved the disk and placed it on top of his mother’s record on his desk beside him.
A knock at the door revealed Debra with a handful of papers for Jason to sign. She left them with him after a short conversation. Jason studied each one before he put his signature to it. An hour passed, it was ten am. Jason finished the paperwork and passed it back to Debra. He stood at the window of his office; it gave a commanding view of the south parklands being on the top floor of ten storeys. He could see Tom was busy with the PA not two hundred metres away. The phone rang, “Good morning, Jason Brinkly speaking.”
“Jason, it’s… it’s Watson.” Watson was so excited he could hardly speak. “I, you, it’s unbelievable ...I...”
“You’ve been to meetings at the plants with Wilson, Potts and Benneti and things have changed dramatically. Our staff are now keen to meet for my address to them this afternoon at one. I rang you last night and this morning but failed to get you,” said Jason.
“Yes you have it! Benneti, Potts and Wilson came and got me last night. I’ve had my phone turned off. We’ve had very little sleep. We prepared hundreds of copies of relevant information for the staff, to hand out at the meetings. I’ve just left the second meeting. Capper, Marshall and Peterson were chased out of the first meeting by angry workers, they never showed at the second meeting at the south plant. About ten trouble makers have had their union membership withdrawn by open vote. Wilson and Potts are talking to the police now, seems that Marshall and Co have been embezzling union funds for some time. Now things are running their way they are having the matter attended to. I’ll see you in the park at one, we’re all actually enjoying being here for once.”
“That’s excellent Watson, I will see that David Kelp forwards a complaint to police on our behalf regarding Marshall, Capper and Peterson. I sent a copy of the information by courier to him yesterday. I won’t keep you from your celebration there, catch you at one.”
When Jason contacted David he had already acted on the facts and was talking to police. Somebody anonymous had contacted the media with negative information. The journalist in question had rushed around to Jason’s office for a story. Anita Powel was an extremely attractive woman of twenty-five years. Her long black hair hung down her back past her buttocks. Her pretty child-like face was finished perfectly in expensive make up. She wore a perfume she only kept for very special occasions. Jason was making notes in his diary, in large block capital letters at the top was written. TAMMY’S BIRTHDAY