Chapter 26: All That Jazz

Where the hell have you been
We’ve been waiting with our best suits on
Hair slicked back and all that jazz
Rolling down the Union Jack
See you at the barricades babe
See you when the lights go low, Joe
Hear you when the wheels turn round
Someday when the sky turns black
It appears because it’s what I feel
I know I don’t understand
If you ask you know I don’t mind kneeling
But when my knees hurt I like to stand
Instinct is the common lawyer
A million years won’t erase
Strike the chord I’m searching for
Call it a committed race
No matter how I shake my fist
I know I can’t resist it
No matter how you shake your fist
You know you can’t resist it

On the book’s cover, the words that faintly cover the silhouette are snippets of things The MP said to me in the meeting when I disclosed and the subsequent conversation in “I’m on it,” all of which I dutifully reported to Tania in HR as they occurred. I struggled with the reality of the situation for quite some time. When I relate the story of the office invasion and the “I’m on it” conversation to my co-workers at the firm now – they struggle with the reality as well. Many cannot bring themselves to reach the obvious conclusion, and I have to say it out loud for them. Sometimes they stare at me in disbelief. Hopefully someday, somebody will try to prove me wrong.

Among the  final revisions I made prior to editing was deleting a key fact about the “office invasion/I’m on it” situation to preserve some measure of anonymity for the people involved. Curtis not only went to work for a major client of the firm, but is also the son of the CEO of another strategic client relationship of the firm (and the MP), who is among the most well-known leaders of what many consider the one of the top commercial real estate companies in Atlanta.

I decided that from my perspective, The MP’s conduct speaks for itself, and the station in life of the person blamed was irrelevant to the story (possibly quite relevant in other arenas, but that’s not my business).

Concern Trolls begins with another word-for-word e-mail I sent to Tania in HR in the late summer of 2018. I made my feelings about The MP and his chief dog-washer, Vernon, crystal clear on many occasions to both Tania in HR and Claire, which makes the events that followed even more bizarre in retrospect than it seemed at the time.