Identity by Mark Hosack

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In the actions o men, and especially o Princes,

rom which there is no appeal, the end justies the

means.

Niccol Machiavelli, The Prince, 1537


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Jerry, I said, managing my best smile despite the

circumstances. Thanks or stopping by the oce. I know

you dont like being taken away rom your lab.

Uh-huh, sure, whats going on? Jerry muttered, clearlyuncomortable.

A lot.

Spending eighty hours a week in a research lab had

done little or Jerry Stupaks social skills, and even less or

his complexion, which was just a tad paler than bone. As

a photovoltaics engineer, hed spent gobs o time discerning

more and more ecient ways to harness energy rom the sun.

One might have thought hed soak up a ew rays himsel in the

process, maybe even use all that money he earned as SunSots

head o R & D to start a amily. But who had time or a tan?

Much less a wie and kid, dogs and cats, PTA meetings and

Boy Scouts?

Jerry wasnt into any o that stu. His idea o a raging

Friday night was assembling solar panels in our break room

with the wide-screen TV tuned to Turner Classic Movies.

Anyone more human than Roy Rogers and Rita Hayworth

would most likely cause a complete neural meltdown in the

man.

Fortunately, I knew Jerry-speak. I also knew Sarah-speak,Aj k F d k d T l h d d


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dialects or twelve hundred employees. There was one big

reason Bing Chase had groomed me to become the general

manager o SunSot, the photovoltaic division o Bings parent

company, Chase Systems.

I was a heck o a communicator.Any monkey with an MBA could manage a plant. Just

ollow the ormula: negotiate cheap raw materials, manage

the employees, and ensure quality. But understandingpeople,

as in speaking their languageit was a skill that couldnt be

taught, only absorbed, and I had spent decades doing just

that.I dont want you to get the wrong idea, I told Jerry,

SunSots still protable. In act were doing great.

Unortunately, Optics and Semiconductors arent, and theyre,

o course, two-thirds o the company. Were only one. Do you

see what Im getting at?

Jerry made no indication either way. The thin man justadjusted his wire-ramed glasses and blinked. He was

standing opposite the desk where I was sitting, having reused

to take a seat. I ran a hand through my dark wavy hair and

leaned toward him. Our parent company, Chase Systems, is

in choppy waters, nancially speaking. Decisions have to be

made. Tough decisions.In addition to employee-speak, I also knew corporate-

speak, a dialect I had mastered reluctantly. What I was saying

was short or, This isnt about me, and it isnt about you,

Jerry Stupak. It isnt even about SunSot. This is about Chase

Systems, aka corporate.

And nobody liked corporate.The way Chase Systems sees it, I told him, they pay you


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Quarter to the swear jar, Jerry interrupted, nodding to an

empty pickle jar on the corner o my desk. Wrapped around

the jar was a sleeve made out o construction paper that read,

YOU SAY IT, YOU PAY IT.

Sighing, I opened the top drawer o my desk, picked aquarter rom a large pile o change, and dropped it in.

The jar had been given to me shortly ater an incident

involving Jerry Stupak and an open mike on the actory foor.

Witnesses claimed it caught him dropping twenty-plus swear

words in roughly thirty seconds, though never the -bomb

even Jerry knew that kind o coarse language didnt belongin the workplace. Unortunately, the mike also caught my

earnest pleas or him to mind his tongue. I wasnt a an o

uncreative our-letter wordshellwas about as risqu as I

got. The way I saw it, not only was proanity oensive, it

was a poor substitute or both wit and taste. The very next

day, a swear jar appeared on the corner o my desk, and keptreappearing no matter how many times I threw it away. Ater

a couple o months, I learned to live with the running joke,

and even made enough money or a decent dinner once a

week or so.

Its not that you arent worth it, I continued. Heck, you

work harder than anyone else at SunSot. Youre worth twicewhat we pay you, but corporate is asking everyone to take

three urlough weeks in the next quarter, even me. I leaned

orward, tapping my index nger on my desk. Thats why I

want to be clear on this: I would never ask Jerry Stupak to

take a cut, not when hes been shouldering the burden this

whole time. I know you can go to BrightScan in Indianapolisor HeatWave in LA and make more than what the goos here


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arms out wide. So rather than insult you by asking i youd

be willing to take the urlough, I negotiated a nice severance

package or you

Stop, Jerry interrupted. Tell corporate Ill go on

urlough and take their shitty haircut.I gravely nodded, trying not to finch at the s-word. Its

only next quarter, I reassured him, adjusting my tie. Just

until Optics and Semiconductors are back in the black.

Whatever. Saying shits a buck, right? Jerry pulled out

his wallet and realized something. I just said it twice, didnt

I? He didnt wait or an answer. He just pulled out a veand dropped it in the jar. Put the change on tomorrow, he

mumbled, then scurried out the door.

As SunSots principal research investigator, Jerry Stupak

earned two hundred thousand dollars a year. He was one o

the best solar panel engineers in the country. Had I asked

him to take the urlough time, he wouldnt have stood or it.But by assuming hed rather take a severance package over

having his salary trimmed, Id given him an out. He didnt

have to quit over principleI had already placated his ego.

And as a result, he didnt think twice about staying on board.

By trying to re him, Id convinced him to stay.

Jerry-speak.As Jerry let, I caught a glimpse o the long line o employees

wending through the hallway beyond my secretary. Sarah

Sutton, one o our nancial accountants, was next. I didnt

have to worry about her ego, but I did have to break the

news somehow that her health insurance was in jeopardy.

Sarah wasnt salaried, so she couldnt be urloughed. She washourly, and corporate was cutting all hourly employees back


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orty hours was necessary to qualiy or health care.

Yes, they were that cheap.

The new policy meant that hourly employees, as o today,

would have to purchase private insurance on the open

market, at least until we were back to orty-hour workweeks.It was ne, so long as an employee didnt have a preexisting

condition.

Like being pregnant.

I took o my jacket and rolled up my sleeves as Sarah

waddled in, thirty-three weeks pregnant. Sarah wore her

blond hair short, just above her shoulders. Shed beenextraordinarily skinny or as long as I had known her, just

skin and bones, and despite the pregnancy, she remained so

everywhere except or her stomach. I called it the oops, I

swallowed a beach balllook.

Her baby was another SunSot creation. She had met and

married Scott Sutton two years earlier. My preacher was awedding anatiche had married me twice. Sarah and Scott

didnt have a church, but I had no problems recruiting him

to perorm the ceremony on the actory foor. We threw the

reception on the lawn outside the plant, which was in clear

sight o Lake Stanley Draper, the best water-skiing lake in

Oklahoma City. It was a ne day, a day that elt very arremoved rom the cold January day that was here and now.

Dont beat around the bush, Sarah said as she entered.

Are you laying me o?

O course not, I said, genuinely shocked.

Sarah was one o my best employees. Id quit mysel beore

letting her go.Then why did Jerry leave here looking like he bit into a


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Sarah, please, have a seat.

No, she said worriedly, no doubt thinking o the baby in

her belly. First I want to know why.

I exhaled heavily. Time to dive in. Corporates cutting all

hourlies back to thirty-ve-hour workweeks.Sarah took the news in. I waited a breathless second or her

reaction, and then her ace broke as she smiled broadly.

Fine.

Fine?

Well, its not fne, the pay cut will make things tight,

but its OK, a little time o might be good. She patted herbeautiul belly and my heart skipped a beat. She clearly didnt

understand the ramications o this decision. How could I

break this to her? Besides, she went on, we nished our

quarterlies yesterday, so the stress is o. Sink together, swim

together, were a amily, not a company. Jerry mumbled

something about it only being or a quarter, till Optics andSemiconductors pull their heads out, right?

Right . . .

Sarahs eyes went wide. Wait a second. Will this aect my

maternity leave?

No, no, I reassured her. You get three months paid, at

thirty-ve hours, o course, but you still get the three months.Whew. She plumped hersel down in the chair that Jerry

Stupak, just moments ago, had reused to get comortable

in. I already cant imagine sticking him in day care at three

months, much less beore

Him? I asked.

The sex o Sarahs baby had been a topic o great debate.Much to the dismay o everyone at SunSot, she and Scott


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Even Jerry had taken time o rom his solar cells to make a

wager. I had thirty on boy.

Dont get excited, Sarah said. We havent ound out yet,

its just inhuman to call your baby an it. Youll nd out when

everyone else does.Healthy is whats important, I mumbled awkwardly.

I didnt have kids. My pregnant employees were likely

as close as Id get, which made this conversation even more

dicult.

Clearing my throat, I said, Sarah, listen, your maternity

leave is intact, but you should steel yoursel or the rest o thisconversation.

A warning beore bad news.

Sarah-speak.

Despite the thirty-ve-hour workweek, corporate policy

regarding health care hasnt changed, which means

My intercom beeped.Groaning, I considered it beore looking back at Sarah,

whose ace had drooped to basset hound territory. Im so

sorry. Would you excuse me?

Sarah nodded slowly.

Quickly, Rebecca, I said, ater picking up the phone.

Mr. Majors. My secretarys voice was as sharp as a razor.Im sorry to interrupt, but I have Cal Ackerman on the line

or you. He says its important.

Cal Ackerman.

The name made me eel like Id swallowed an ice cube.

Chase Systems CEO, Dick Swanson, had hired Cal

as his executive assistant a year earlier. Since the hire, allcommunications with Dick had ceased. Everything went


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called when corporate in Chicago had pressing business and,

in my experience, pressing business had never been good

business, and it was ar too soon or more bad news.

I nodded toward the door. Sarah, do you mind waiting

outside or just one more minute.She fashed worried eyes, then, ater a small and ultimately

triumphant struggle, she managed to pry hersel rom the

chair.

As she waddled out the door, I turned back to the telephone.

Reminding mysel that things could be worse, that I could be

in Chicago with Cal Ackerman, I nally said, OK, Rebecca.Put him through. . . .

I was in Chicago by ten a.m. the next day.


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