Dirt

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Chapter 57
     
    Allan Peebles had worked a long day. It was only midafternoon in L.A., but it seemed later to him. He was tired, and his editorial meeting was nearly over. He had only a story or two to clear, and he could close the paper for the week and go home. Then, through the glass wall of the boardroom, he saw a strange sight. A man named Harold Purvis, who was head of security for the
Infiltrator
’s building, was striding through the newsroom, followed by two uniformed security guards. Purvis walked up to the boardroom door, rapped sharply, and opened the door.
    “Mr. Peebles, I must see you immediately,” he said. “Just as soon as you close the paper. It’s very urgent.”
    “I’ll be with you in just a couple of minutes, Harold,” Peebles said, wondering if another lunatic had gotten into the building. He ran through the remaining stories, gave his approval, and wound up the meeting, then he walked down the corridor to his corner office. Harold Purvis and his two men were in the room, as was his secretary. “What’s up, Harold? More crazies with alien abduction stories?” This was a regular feature of life at the
Infiltrator
.
    Purvis walked behind him, closed the door, and took an envelope from his inside pocket. “I have been instructed to read you a letter,” he said, “which will explain everything.” “All right,” Peebles replied, wondering what the hell was going on.
    Purvis held up the letter and read aloud. “‘Dear Mr. Peebles,’” he began. “‘You are herewith and with immediate effect dismissed from your position as editor and publisher of the
Infiltrator
.’” Peebles blinked. He had not seen this coming.
    “‘You are to vacate your office and depart the premises at once. Your secretary will send along any personal effects in your office.’”
    Amanda Dart
, he thought.
She has betrayed me. I told her everything to save myself, but she has betrayed me.
    “‘Your pension plan, medical insurance, and profit-sharing are cancelled with immediate effect; your stock options are withdrawn; your signature is no longer valid on any
Infiltrator
bank account; all
Infiltrator
employees will immediately be informed that your instructions are no longer to be followed. Two weeks’ severance pay will be wire-transferred to your personal bank account after, and only after, possession of all
Infiltrator
property has been surrendered.’” Purvis handed him the letter. “It’s signed by the chairman of the board,” he said.
    “I don’t believe it,” Peebles mumbled, starting to read the letter.
    “Give me your keys to the building and your office. your medical insurance card, and your credit cards,” Purvis said.
    “How dare you speak to me that way!” Peebles sputtered. “I am your superior…” He faltered.
    “Not any more,” Purvis said. He turned to the two security guards. “Gentlemen, clean out his pockets.”
    One of the guards grabbed Peebles and pinned his arms behind his back while the other went through his pockets and emptied the contents onto the desktop. Purvis stepped forward, removed the cards from Peebles’s wallet, and looked through the other items. He detached two keys from a ring, then stepped back. “The rest of this junk is yours; put it back in your pockets.” Peebles obeyed. “There has been some mistake here, and I will remember your conduct,” he said to Purvis through clenched teeth.
    “Get his coat,” Purvis said to the secretary. The woman obeyed, and Purvis handed the coat to Peebles. Peebles put it on. “Tell his deputy that he is in charge until further notice,” Purvis said to the secretary, then he turned back to the two guards. “Escort Mr. Peebles from the building.” The two guards frog-marched Peebles through the newsroom, down two flights of stairs, and out of the building. A moment later, he found himself standing alone in the parking lot.
    Still unable to believe what had just happened and trying to preserve some semblance of dignity, Peebles got into his Bentley and drove home to Beverly Hills. As he pulled into his driveway and got out of his car, a man suddenly appeared, along with another uniformed security guard.
    “I’m from the
Infiltrator
’s leasing company,” he said, snatching Peebles’s keys from his hand. “The lease on the Bentley has been cancelled.” The man detached the car key and returned the ring, which now held only a house key, to its owner. As Peebles watched, aghast, the