came out to meet with them. After a quiet conversation, they went back to his office and closed the door. At closing time, they were still there. We all left and the last guy to leave went ahead to lock the front door. We all looked at each other, but no one knew what was going on. We had no reason to hang around. I think I was the only one with a small idea of what might be happening with these men, but I could only hope I was wrong. I really didn’t want to move on away from my job.
When I came in the next morning, Steve came by tapping me on the shoulder. He indicated he wanted me in his office, taking my heart down as my stomach tried to move up what little I had eaten for breakfast.
“Close the door, Connie, and have a seat.”
I sat down waiting swallowing down my alarm signal.
“The men who were here were CIA. They were asking about you. What have you gotten yourself into? What have you done?” The gentle man who had been my boss and friend looked tired with worried lines on his face.
“Steve, I haven’t done anything. I don’t know what they want. They talked to a friend of mine a couple of days ago. They asked her the strangest questions. They didn’t ask about what I did or suspicious stuff, they asked her about things like what my favorite color was and if I stepped on cracks. What did they ask you? What did they say?” I held my breath awaiting his answers.
Steve rubbed his head. He looked up and then frowned. “They said that it was part of an ongoing investigation. They wanted to know if they could take your hard drive in order to have their staff examine it. I let them. I put a new computer on your desk. Is there anything on your computer that is going to get you in trouble?”
I looked at him and then I had to smile. “I did look to see what the top ten stolen cars were. Maybe they think I am part of a stolen car ring. I think I can prove that I have been home too much to steal any cars. That is about the only thing I can think of that might look funny. No porn, no emails to white supremacists, no checking on when the President is going to be in town.” I held out my hands and shrugged. It felt good to reassure Steve, but I didn’t feel any relief to myself. What were these men looking for? What did they think I had stumbled onto or accidentally gotten involved with? Was it something that tied into Tim?
“Did they ask about anyone or anything in particular?” I watched Steve carefully, using that special talent that recognizes lies.
“No, and that was the funny part.” Steve shook his head. “They asked how you got along with everyone, how I liked you, how I rated you as a worker. They wanted to know if you took many days off. I saw no reason to be secretive with the CIA so I pulled your personnel file and let them look at it. They didn’t take it. They wanted to know if we had any new customers, especially ones that you had brought in. I explained that you were not in sales. They wanted to know if you dated and I told them I didn’t get involved with my employees’ personal life.”
He looked over his desk at me and I was aware of two things…he was uncomfortable, and he was telling the truth.
“Sorry, Michelle, I really don’t know if you date guys or gals. Not my business.”
I had to smile at that comment. “Don’t worry, Steve. Actually, Connie thinks they are investigating your company. She thinks it is because you do work overseas. You remember my friend Connie? Well, they talked to her about me, but they asked a lot about the company also.” I watched him closely to see how this information went down.
Steve looked at me for a moment. “Do you think so? Damn, they might have tricked me. Still, we haven’t done anything wrong. You know, I think I better call my attorney. Look, go on back to your desk. You’ll have to do some work bringing the new computer on line, so I don’t expect any projects from you today. I am going to see if my lawyer can see me