Linda’s husband Glenn spilled his guts to her on the plane ride. About the financial scandal at work, the missing checks, about the possibility of his becoming the fall guy. Linda trusted her husband. She knew he was completely honest. Somebody else inside the company must have taken the checks. But according to Glenn, only his boss, Ron, could protect him now. It would be completely up to Ron if he wanted to cover for Glenn, or let him take the rap, possibly even charge him with embezzlement.
Linda felt that Ron had always treated Glenn well. He was a large, barrel-chested man, outgoing, a few years older than Linda and Glenn. It was Ron’s suggestion that Linda come along to this convention. Virtually all of the employees in Glenn’s regional office were going to be spending the weekend at the hotel, but Linda was the only wife attending, and at the company’s expense.
Linda had been looking forward to the weekend at the hotel, but the thirty-six-year-old mother and wife now felt some discomfort about being around Ron and the other managers. She always felt that she needed to be on good behavior around them at company outings, but under the circumstances she wondered if she would be able to relax much.