May 23, 2012
Name: Eric Leon Jamison
Career: Executive Corporate Accountant at Halo Communications
This would not be the last meaningful conversation that Eric would have with his wife. There they were, home full of onlookers desperate to gain as much information as possible from the sordid affair that had been advertised as a graduation party. Eric knew that the little town of New Bolden would talk, they’d talk about how nice the home looked and about how the hors devours were petite but classy, they’d briefly mention the swell of joy they all experienced as seeing one of the towns youth excelling. Then they would tell of the strange man who few knew personally and how after barging his way into the home, made a scandalous announcement; which Eric had unintentionally countered by making a shocking announcement of his own.
A million things were being sorted through Eric’s mind, the man who was still standing in the middle of his foyer, had just admitted to screwing his wife. This same man had also staked claim to the lost child he’d been grieving for for months. All of this aside right now he had more to think about.
His future was being threatened, this afternoon, Jessica his attorney had called to let him know about Lucas Harreman being indicted. He had known Lucas for years, so the news of how corrupted the older man had been was a shock for Eric, yet somehow he knew something had always been shady about his old friend. The courts were looking for an accomplice and despite his ignorance, Eric was facing five years in federal prison for corporate crimes he’d not committed. It was comical, he had dedicated his life to providing for his family by making an honest living and now it was all in jeopardy.
Ivy’s blood curdling scream pulled him from his thoughts. Everyone ran to the TV room, finding Ivy hysterically rocking in front of the television set. The man being mentioned was a photographer at the modeling agency where Ivy modeled. She was mumbling to herself. Bloodshot red eyes stared blankly into the screen as the reporter ran down the rap sheet of New Bolden’s infamous pedophile.
Eric hadn’t heard much of the news brief and could barely understand his daughter who between sobs continued to mumble incoherently to herself.
“Ivy what’s wrong?” Regina said rushing to her side.
He would let her handle their daughter, he needed to tend to his wife’s lover. The smug intruder had been gawking at his surroundings since the verbal ping pong between he and Regina. This man who invaded his home and interrupted his evening had the audacity to be surveying the property.
“Well thanks for the show but as you may now be aware this is a bad time, so get out!” Eric demanded swiftly ushering him towards the front door.
He may have jeopardized his future with Halo communications but he refused to let this moron waltz in and take his wife. If she wanted to leave him, she’d have to meet her lover on the front steps. Slamming the door behind him and ignoring the man’s hostile remarks, Eric turned on his heels and walked pass Jessica motioning for her to follow him into the study.
“What do we need to do?” desperate pleading eyes searched the young brunettes face for a glimmer of hope.
Sadly, when she opened her mouth to speak sadness blanketed each syllable.
“There is very little we can do here Eric. You signed off on all the accounts, you were the one accounting for the expenses. Without receipts to verify that you were just documenting what Harreman gave to you, the most we can expect is a plea deal.”
The words hung in the air like a toxic fog clouding his vision. His life had been reduced to this, his reputation would be destroyed if he couldn’t come up with some sort of solution. Jessica’s voice brought him back to reality.
“We don’t have to figure this out all today, I pulled some strings with the D.A. you have about a week or so to pull together enough information to save yourself or at least to throw them off your scent. I’ll call you on Tuesday.”
The young woman placed a manilla folder on his desk and exited the room, the soft clatter of her heels echoing down the hall as she left the house. The belligerent man’s voice could no longer be heard from the front yard, which gave Eric some hope that he’d wisened up and gone home. Eric looked from the door of the home office to the manilla folder sitting on his desk, considering his options. He could lock himself in the room and attempt to make sense of the contents of the folder or, he could face the chaos that waited for him just outside that door.
Eric had been working for Halo Communications for 24 years. Working his way from the mailroom to a corner office with the aide of his friend and colleague Lucas Harreman. Lucas had discovered him as an intern and encouraged Eric to stay on after his internship was finished.
Lucas had led him up the corporate ladder, he’d owed a lot to him, though now it seemed that Lucas was collecting on the debt. Having been caught in the towns biggest scandal since the mayor’s wife left him for their pool boy. The esteemed Harreman had gotten caught after the secretary he’d been canoodling with grew tired of the affair and blew the whistle on his shady dealings.
He’d received the bad news that he’d been implicated earlier that morning. Very few things brought him peace at home. It had been almost a year since he’d been content with his wife or his children, but, Eric took some pleasure from maintaining his car. The shiny black BMW parked in the driveway. He had just finished washing it when his cell rang.