As Bison’s VP in charge of Radio Marketing, Di Fidelio was constantly on the lookout for ways to convince the deejays that they actually had something to
“Rape or Race, we could say,” he suggested, and spread his hands on the air to spell out the words. “Rape or Race.
“That’s not bad,” Binkie said. “Rape or Race. We fight fire with fire. Go head to toe with Foster or anyone else who wants to bring up the race issue. Hell, our hands are clean, our credentials are spotless,” he said, seemingly unaware of the fact that no one around that table was black.
“Let’s shotgun the video all over the place,” Loomis said. “Use the ‘Rape or Race’ pitch, I like it, spell it all out for them. Maybe get viewers to call in or e-mail, get a poll going, is it rape or race?
“Rape or Race,” Di Fidelio repeated, spreading his hands on the air again, reminding everyone that this was
“Be great if we could get some women’s rights groups to champion the video,” Higgins said. “Get them to say what a brave stand Tamar took, get them to suggest she
“I wouldn’t go there,” Loomis said at once.
“Well, we don’t really
“When they call today,” Loomis said, and looked at his watch, “I’ll ask to speak to her. Before we turn over any money, I want some assurance that…”
“Incidentally…”
They all turned toward the far end of the table.
A short, slender man wearing a blue blazer, gray flannel slacks, a paler blue shirt, and a gold-and-blue silk-rep tie, sat there with only a cup of coffee in front of him. Jedediah Bailey, the firm’s accountant.
“Do you have any idea how much they’ll be asking for?”
“Of course not,” Loomis said. “How would I know how much…?”
“Just asking,” Jedediah said, and spread his hands defensively, palms outward. He’d merely wanted to ascertain that Loomis could get hold of what would most certainly be a sizable amount of cash in a short period of time. Loomis was the company’s sole shareholder and CEO. Were his personal assets liquid enough? That’s all Jedediah wished to determine, so sue him.
“I’m hoping we’ll have her back by tonight sometime,” Loomis said.
The room went silent.
“You know…” Higgins ventured, and then shook his head.
“What?” Loomis asked.
“It wouldn’t hurt if this thing dragged on even longer. Few days longer,” Higgins said, and shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt, really.”
He was the only one in the room who’d dared say it.
THE ENTIRE SQUAD was in the office when Endicott gave Loomis’ private secretary her marching orders.
Gloria Klein was in her early thirties, a somewhat plain-looking woman, even in the mini and tight sweater she felt appropriate to her job at a record company. She kept shifting her attention and her pale blue eyes from Endicott to Loomis, as if checking to see that her boss agreed with all this.
“Mr. Loomis won’t be taking any calls from people you can identify. If you recognize a name, you tell the caller Mr. Loomis will get back to him or her. Have you got that?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Now, Gloria,” Endicott said, “if a caller refuses to give his name, or if he says something like ‘This is personal,’ you ask him to hold, please, and then check with Mr. Loomis before putting him through. Have you got that?”
“Yes, sir. Does this have to do with Tamar, sir?”
No, it has to do with the price of fish in Norway, Endicott thought, but did not say.
“Yes, it has to do with Tamar,” he said.
“Are we expecting a call from her kidnappers, is that it?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Anyone whose name you recognize…”
“Mr. Loomis will call back.”
“Any strange name, or anyone who won’t give a name…”
“I buzz Mr. Loomis, check if it’s okay to put the call through.”
“Very good, Gloria. And if anyone should ask, there’s no one here with Mr. Loomis.”
“Yes, sir.”
“He’s alone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Gloria said, and made eye contact with her boss again, checking.
Loomis gave a slight nod.
THE PHONE on his desk rang at twelve o’clock sharp.
He picked up.
“Yes?” he said.
“Mr. Loomis, there’s someone who says you’re expecting his call. He wouldn’t give a name.”
“Give me three minutes, and then put him through.”
He replaced the receiver on its cradle, and turned to the others. “Won’t give a name, says I’m expecting his call.”
