Chapter 31
It was shortly after four the following afternoon when several things happened. Nikki called Jack to tell him that her flight was still grounded and that they were saying the airports were not scheduled to open till the following day, December 28. As the gang converged on the conference room to impart what information they had gleaned, the high-tech smartphones everyone carried started beeping a weather bulletin about the nor’easter headed up the Eastern Seaboard.
Jack clicked his phone off and said, “At least the girls are safe on the ground,” more to Espinosa than anyone else. Espinosa’s face showed relief. “And since there is nothing we can do about the storm, we’ll just have to ride it out. We have cots here and enough food so we can cope with anything. Plus, we have the Bagel Emporium across the street. It might be a good idea to call over there and place a to-go order when we finish up with what we have to do here. Now, let’s get down to business. Show me what you have.”
“Quite a bit, actually,” Ted said. “I took the social side of Otto Andover, and Espinosa took the business end. The short version is the guy is a prick in every way that you can imagine. I’m not sure I’ve ever run across a more thoroughly objectionable character than dear old Otto. He is, of course, the oldest of the three siblings. He squeaked through college by paying people to do his research papers and taking his tests whenever he thought that plain old cribbing from someone’s exam would not work. He cheats at golf and poker. I got all of this from several people who know him. Apparently, to know him is to despise him. My cover story was that the paper was thinking of naming him Man of the Year. That went over like a lead balloon, and all three guys I spoke to told me that they would cancel their subscriptions to the Post if we did that. No respect, no love, no admiration.
“He married well, has three children, two boys and a girl. Nothing that could be substantiated about any extramarital affairs. All his kids live in the Virginia area. None of the kids work at the company. The two boys are partners in a software consulting firm and doing quite well, with incomes in the middle six figures. The girl married her childhood sweetheart, who is a heart surgeon. Otto does appear to dote on the two grandkids. That seems to be as warm and fuzzy as he gets. But from what I could learn, he does not spend all that much time with them, considering that they both live so close.
“The man is a power-hungry egotist who loves to be the center of attention. Not surprisingly, he rules with an iron fist, holding people to standards that he himself has never been able to meet his entire life. His motto is, No One Is Irreplaceable. He has plaques and signs all over the building to drive his point home.
“He is not close with his two siblings, or even with his two sons. I get the impression that his son-in-law cannot stand him, so Otto and his daughter rarely see each other. I had to piece together comments, stuff in our archives, and, of course, the comments from the three guys I talked with to come up with that assessment.
“Otto donates a lot of money to charitable causes and loves to get his picture in the papers. I’m afraid that Abner will have to crack into their computers because I couldn’t really find out anything concerning Nikki’s case—you know, internal memos, settlements, those kinds of things. Oh, and the guy likes to sail. He has his captain’s license and loves to dress up in the cap, double-breasted blue blazer, and white duck pants. Very snazzy. I don’t know how Andover put a lid on all that, but they did. The class-action lawsuit, I mean,” he clarified.
Then it was Espinosa’s turn. “Okay, here goes: Not only does Otto own a sailboat but he or the company owns a yacht as well. A really big one. He only invites high rollers, people who somehow, someway, can help him feather his nest. I found at least fifty pictures of him attired in his yachting gear. Quite the dashing gentleman, as Ted mentioned. The company also owns a helicopter and a Gulfstream. The guy jets all over the place and takes the helicopter up to New York, sometimes two or three times a week. He has an American Express Black Card.” Espinosa looked down at his notes. “But now it’s called the Centurion Card, is made of titanium, and there is no limit on it. I’d like to see an audit done on that guy, as well as one on the company.”
“Speaking of audits,” Ted interjected, “one of Otto’s friends—and I use that term very loosely since he seems to have no real friends—said that the sister, Martha, is the chief financial officer and is the one who has direct control over the money, not Otto.
“He told me that a long time ago—he thinks maybe as long as fifteen years ago—something went down in the family. He was quick to say it was only a rumor, something that was just whispered about, but he was convinced that it was interesting enough to pay attention to. Something about Martha threatening him if he didn’t give in and make her the CFO,” Ted said.
“What was the rumor?” Dennis asked.
“He was kind of reluctant to share that, kid. But by being the astute investigative reporter that I am, I deduced that quite possibly there is a child out there who was born on the other side of the blanket and might have a claim on Otto’s share of the company.
“I know, I know, I said there was no indication there were any infidelities, but as the guy said, where there is smoke, there is fire, and old Otto has the bucks to hush anything up. Can we prove any of that? Not right now, at least. That’s pretty much it, unless Espinosa has anything else.”
“I don’t have anything else, but I did download all the pictures, and we can look at them later.”
Jack looked at Maggie. “You’re up, Maggie. What do you have on Philip Andover?”
“Not a whole lot, Jack. Philip is, I guess, what you would call the black sheep—or would that be the white sheep?—of this family, but in a nice way. He appears to be a gentle, soft-spoken family man. He’s a bit of a dreamer. Plays in chess tournaments, takes family vacations, likes to bird-watch. Has four daughters, all married, all with careers. One write-up said that the four all speak daily, no matter where they are or what they’re doing. He’s not into material things, the way his brother and sister are. His wife is a master gardener. He goes to church regularly and tithes. He has three dogs and two cats. The wife drives a Chevy Blazer, he drives a five-year-old Saab. The whole family likes to fish, and until the girls got married, they would go fishing just about every weekend. He and his wife still do. They rent a boat. He’s not a fashion plate and usually looks rumpled, and from time to time he forgets to get a haircut. He’s in charge of development at the company. Couldn’t come up with a single negative on him, but my nose tells me that what appears on the surface is too good to be true.
“The few interviews I was able to bring up have the people working under him saying what a kind, thoughtful boss he is. I couldn’t find a single thing where he was directly involved with either Otto or his sister. He works in his own little area and leaves the rest to them. It took me all day to come up with this.”
“He has to know about the drug if he’s in development,” Harry said.
All eyes turned to Abner. “I’m on it. If you guys don’t need me, then how about I go back to work?”
“Go!” Jack said.
Abner literally ran from the room.
“Maggie, you want to place a dinner order with Ding? I’m all for pulling an all-nighter if you guys agree. Time is of the essence here, unless any of you has to leave.”
“I’d like to take a run home to check on Yoko and Lily, if you don’t mind. I can either come back or stay home and return in the morning. My time is yours, what with the dojo closed this week,” Harry said.
“Play it by ear, Harry. Just out of curiosity, where does Yoko think you go when you leave?”
Harry laughed. “The Pentagon. I’ll leave after I hear what Dennis has to say, so I can be mulling this all over while I’m home.”
Jack looked over at Dennis and said, “Let’s hear it, kid.”
Dennis looked around the room. “Well, Martha Andover Gellis is a mean, mean woman. I know this is not nice to say, but she is not even one little bit attractive. She’s overweight. She’s a tyrant and cracks a mean whip. She wants everything done yesterday or the day before. I found an article in an accounting magazine; she’s a CPA, by the way. Anyway, some accounting student hoping for a good grade wangled an interview with her and some of the people who work for her. Two of the people she interviewed were let go at some point after the interview took place for what Gellis described as goofing off. I called the magazine, got the number for the student who did the interview, and she gave me the name of the two people fired, and I was able to talk to both of them.
“Boy, man oh man, talk about deep hatred. If those people had their way, Mrs. Andover Gellis would be spending the rest of her life in a small room being tortured in every way possible.”
Dennis looked around to make sure he had a rapt audience. He did. “One of the people who was let go said she was Gellis’s personal slave. A gofer, but she still had to keep up with her job at the company, and it was too much. She said she never left the building before nine at night and had to be in at seven. No overtime. And Gellis fought the girl’s unemployment, which she did not get in the end. Like Otto Andover, she motivates people exclusively by using the fear factor. All this went down when the economy tanked, and people needed their jobs. The second person she fired was a man who had been with the company twelve years. He told me on the phone that the only reason he lasted so long was that he kept his head down and just did whatever she said. That worked until he had a serious operation; he had to have a kidney removed. She wanted him back at work right away, and his doctor said no. She fought his disability, but she lost that round. He now works from home doing medical billing and is as happy as a clam to be out from under her control. Unfortunately, the money is not as good as what he was making at Andover.
“He said that she’s just plain evil and doesn’t do a damn thing to hide the fact. He also said that when the first lawsuit on the drug was filed, the three Andovers had so many private meetings that he couldn’t keep up with them. He said that for some odd reason she lived in fear that she would be held personally responsible for the Anmir fiasco, which she insisted was all Otto’s doing because he was so greedy. She tells everyone who will listen that they should have just come clean and discontinued the drug when the first problems arose.
“Now, here is the best part: This guy—whose name, by the way, is Jamie Farrell—said he took some records with him when he left. He said he didn’t know why he took them, he just did. And guess what they were? Anyone?”
Dennis looked around at his audience, enjoying the spotlight. When no one ventured a guess, he continued, “They were the settlement agreements with the children’s parents, the four children who died, that’s what they were. He said he would turn them over to us if we needed them, as long as we didn’t say where we got them.
“I just sent him a text message and asked him to fax everything to us. I said we did need them and promised him money. Told him a very generous check would go in the mail today. Tomorrow now, I guess. He deserves it; he has a family to support and he’s just getting by. He didn’t ask, I volunteered. Jamie said that once the decision was made to sweep everything under the rug, Gellis fought Otto, saying he was paying too much to the families, that they could have paid out half the amount to secure their silence, to which Otto responded that that kind of thinking was why he was the CEO and not her.
“The siblings only speak when it is absolutely necessary. There are two armed camps within the company, each with its own spies. And even Philip, though a noncombatant, has his spies to keep tabs on the other two. They’re all mentally ill,” Dennis said, disgust ringing in his voice.
“Are you saying she is the one who actually makes payments but only on Otto’s say-so? That he has to approve all expenditures other than for routine things?” Harry asked.
“Yep. And Gellis hates it. She’s under his thumb. And it isn’t just that he has control that she hates. She also hates Otto himself, Jamie said. I’m not sure what her feelings are for Philip. Jamie did say she referred to Philip as Mr. Switzerland and even called him Swiss behind his back. Meaning, of course, that Switzerland is neutral, and so is Philip. Nonetheless, as I said, he has his spies, too, so he has to know what the other two are doing. It’s just that he doesn’t make waves, stays out of the limelight.”
The front door buzzed. Everyone looked up until Maggie said, “It’s Ding with our food. Be right back.” She was as good as her word, returning carrying two shopping bags.
“Harry, you might want to think again about leaving. It’s really snowing out there, and the wind is starting to gust something terrible. Call Yoko to see if you absolutely have to leave. You came on your motorcycle, and that’s not good,” Maggie said.
“You can take my car, Harry, if you have to leave,” Jack said.
Harry held out his hand for Jack’s keys. And that was the end of that.