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Chapter 3 (continued)
Fortunately, few workers actually go that far. But not all troublemakers become fatalistic, mass-murdering shooters. Kevin might show up in the GLFS parking lot some afternoon after a few too many beers at the Backstop Bar & Grill, and simply try to make trouble.
The last part of this job would be a post-firing surveillance of Kevin. I would subcontract this out to someone else, probably a freelance private investigator. I would only do this part of the job myself if I had reason to believe that Kevin constituted an imminent threat. Then my work at GLFS—and my involvement with Kevin Lang—would be complete.
I had no real qualms about remaining in the room during the actual firing. I didn’t think that Kevin would recognize me as long as I didn’t speak. I would be one of seven people in the room; and the last person Kevin would expect to see in this meeting would be Ben the Welder, his pot-smoking buddy and fellow patron of the Backstop Bar & Grill. Moreover, I was sitting at the far end of the table, placing me at an angle where it would be difficult for Kevin to catch a full view of my face. You’ve no doubt heard the expression “hiding in plain sight.” If someone isn’t actively looking for you, it can be easier than you might imagine.
“I think we’re ready,” Beth said.
Kurt Myers nodded, and Beth dialed a number on her cell phone. Plant security. It was obvious from the context of the conversation that she had made previous arrangements to have Kevin escorted out of the facility following his termination notice. This was just a confirmation call, a last-minute check to make sure that the security guards would be ready.
Next Beth called Kevin’s immediate supervisor. If my memory serves me correctly, his name was Gus Traynor. TP Automotive hadn’t brought him into the loop. Gus had been part of the pre-buyout GLFS management team, and his loyalties were uncertain. He wouldn’t be informed of the situation until Kevin had signed his papers and was safely out the door.
“Hello, Gus? Beth Fisk here. Could you please ask Kevin Lang to come to Room 107?” she said. “Thank you.” Beth terminated the phone call before Gus could ask any questions.
Kurt Myers nodded approvingly and Beth looked away before smiling. Not a smile of humor, of course, but rather a smile of satisfaction. True, I had done most of the footwork and the dirty work, but Beth was going to claim most of the credit internally. That’s the way it works with consultants. Whatever they do—either good or bad—ends up on the shoulders of the internal corporate employee who hired them.
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