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This fictional account contains adult language and themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. Copyright 1998 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing it. SECRET IDENTITY 5. The Tribulation. It was a few minutes after eight when Claire reached the office. On her way from the hospital, she smoked a cigarette and enjoyed it immensely. It was risky, but she used breath mints to provide cover from the smell of cigarette smoke on her breath. "Good morning, Claire," Katy the receptionist greeted as she walked in. "Roger Cummins wants to see you in his office as soon as you arrive." Shit, thought Claire. "Okay," she said aloud. "What's it about?" "I don't know," Katy smiled. Something about her smile was insincere, almost like a smirk. "He says it's important." Claire knocked on Roger's office door. It swung open. "Come in, Claire. Please shut the door behind you," he said from behind his desk. His manner was notably businesslike. Oh, shit, she thought. He wants to talk about Ronald Dawson's death. "Look, Roger," she began. "I carefully reviewed our file and the chart from the hospital ER. I also talked to the ER physician. I wish Katy had asked a few more questions when Mr. Dawson called in last week. But I really don't think ..." "I don't want to talk about Dawson," Roger snapped. "You didn't do anything wrong. I talked to the people at the ER myself." "Oh. What's up, then?" "Claire, I like you personally. You know that. But I understand from reliable sources that you've started smoking cigarettes. Is that correct?" Claire was astonished. How did he know? Perhaps someone recognized her at their favorite bar and saw her smoking there. No, that couldn't be. It was dark in there and she always wore her contacts with her hair down. Her mind focused on yesterday afternoon's incident at the hospital. Did Roger know about that? She couldn't imagine how. After all, Amanda would never tell. Neither would Robin. She instinctively knew her fellow smokers wouldn't betray her. There was no one else on the patio while she and Amanda smoked. How could he know about that incident? It didn't matter, she decided. She considered lying, but what good would it do? If he had evidence, or an eyewitness, she'd be worse than a fool to deny the truth. She sighed. "I do occasionally smoke cigarettes," she said slowly and deliberately. "That's true. Is that a problem?" "It's a goddamn huge problem, Claire. You know it as well as I do." Anger crept into his voice. "Why?" she asked innocently. "Because we're family practice doctors, for Christ's sake. Everyday we tell our patients they should quit smoking. You've seen the sign in the waiting room!" Claire nodded. The sign Roger referred to was a small one. It showed cartoon characters dressed as doctors and nurses. Each one had a cigarette in his or her hand, but each character also had small criss-crossed bandaids covering their mouths. The "no smoking" emblem was prominently featured. The sign read: "We practice what we preach - No smoking." "Yeah, I know the sign. So what?" "Claire, let me cut to the chase. I will not permit a doctor in this office to smoke cigarettes. It's hypocritical, it's unhealthy, and it's bad public relations. We have an office policy against smoking and against hiring smokers. You know that!" He looked at the floor. "I'm giving you an opportunity to resign. I've prepared a letter of resignation, effective immediately." Claire couldn't believe her ears. "Who told you about my smoking?" she sputtered. "I deserve to know!" "Dr. Andrew Winters is a good friend of mine," Roger smiled. "Your friend Amanda Stevens is no friend of Andy's. Do you remember the damning testimony Ms. Stevens provided against him in that malpractice case a year ago?" "Yeah, I do. But Amanda only told the truth. She told them Dr. Winters tried to cover up his own malpractice. He fuckin' did it to himself." "That's one interpretation," Roger acknowledged. "Well, Andy Winters is not very happy with Ms. Stevens and Ms. O'Malley. He has people at the hospital who keep their eyes on both Amanda Stevens and Robin O'Malley. They watch them every day. I'll be honest. He's collecting damning information for the ultimate purpose of getting their asses fired." He smiled serenely. "Every day they time their nicotine breaks with a stop-watch. Coincidentally, one of Andy Winters' moles saw you smoking with Amanda yesterday. Two cigarettes, I understand? You must have been desperate." The irony in his voice was sickening. "By the way, I've even got pictures." Claire was dumfounded. What an asshole! God, what a pair of absolute assholes! She stared at him defiantly. "I won't resign," she announced. "You'll have to fire me." "Fine," Roger smiled. "You're fired. Clean out your desk." Ignoring her, he turned back to the paperwork on his writing desk. "Hey, wait a minute," Claire objected. "Is this really such a big deal? I don't deny that I smoke cigarettes from time to time. But Roger, we need more help, not less. That's why we just hired Karen Adams after she finished her residency." "Yes. Thank God for Dr. Adams," Roger said gravely. "Without her on board, letting you go would hamstring our practice. But she's already fitting in nicely." He looked over his bifocals. "We'll find a replacement for you, Claire. I'm sorry it didn't work out. Truly sorry." Claire didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Keeping her mouth shut was probably the smartest thing. As she walked out, she mumbled under her breath. "Fuck you." Roger looked up. He smiled again. "You didn't fuck me, my dear. I just fucked you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Claire's head was spinning. She'd never been fired. She couldn't fuckin' believe it! She wasn't going to clean out her desk 'til she'd figured what recourse she might have. Could they actually fire her for smoking? She needed to talk to a lawyer. Without comment she walked past the reception area and out the front door. Katy the receptionist said nothing as she left. Claire remembered Katy's half-assed smile when she came in this morning. Then she realized: Katy knew. Roger must have told her first thing. God, everyone at the office probably knew by now. Shit! Walking hurriedly down the steps to the parking lot, Claire opened the door of her Lexus and got in, shutting it behind her. She took a deep breath. Part of her wanted to cry. Another part of her wanted to scream. She sighed again. There was only one thing that was clear. It was something every part of her body and soul agreed upon. It was simple. She needed a cigarette! Instinctively Claire knew she'd be able to think if she just had smoke in her lungs. Her body cried out for nicotine's calming effect. She fumbled with her purse, finally retrieving an open pack of Marlboro Lights 100's from the zippered side pocket. She put a cigarette in her mouth and searched for her lighter. Finding it at last, she eagerly clicked the button and held the flame against the end of the cigarette. The tobacco tip crackled and the Marlboro came to life. The relief was immediate. She took a hard, first drag and eagerly sucked the smoke into her hungry lungs. Without waiting, she puffed a second time, and then a third. Each hit was followed by another fast inhale. A small smile at last covered her face, while the cigarette continued to rest in the corner of her mouth. God, that was better! The car's interior quickly filled with ambient smoke, but Claire declined to roll down her window. No, she preferred to be engulfed in the haze! She wanted the smoke to permeate her being. Ashes fell from the rapidly burning cigarette and dropped onto her lap. She ignored them. Instead, she puffed again. Glorious! And again. Oh, so satisfying! With the cigarette still dangling from her lips, she turned the key and started the car. She noticed several people in the parking lot staring at her. Let 'em watch! She didn't fuckin' care anymore. If she was a smoker, and she certainly was, then she was going to act like one. She drove into traffic, not sure where she was going. It didn't matter. The only thing she wanted was to smoke. The more she smoked, the better she felt. She chained into a second cigarette. She still didn't feel satiated. In fact, she was barely beginning to get enough. She drove aimlessly. She was smoking her third consecutive cigarette before she finally remembered Tim's business card in her wallet. Pulling it out, she picked up her cellular phone and dialed his work number. "Law offices," the voice intoned. "How may I direct your call?" "Tim Roberts, please," she said quietly. There was a brief wait. "This is Tim Roberts. How may I help you?" "Tim, this is Claire," she gasped. She felt better, but hearing his voice made her anger and hurt flare up again within her breast. She took another quick drag on her cigarette, desperately trying to beat back a rising feeling of panic and despair. "Claire, are you smoking?" Tim asked incredulously. He recognized the sound of puffing and exhaling. "Yes, I am," she said, spitting smoke with her words. "I just got fired. I need to talk to a goddamn lawyer. You're the only one I know. Can I come to your office?" "Uh, sure," Tim said hesitantly. "I'll have my secretary cancel my other appointments for the morning. Definitely. Come right over." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was eleven o'clock. Claire and Tim sat in a restaurant. It was another Denny's. Claire was calmer now. But the ashtray on the table in front of her explained why. It was full of butts. She'd had ten cigarettes in the last two hours. Tim never even tried to match her frantic pace. He smiled. "You do look different with those glasses and your hair pulled back, with your white doctor coat," he observed. "Honestly, I'd hardly recognize you. This secret identity of yours works better than you'd think. You look like a different person." He paused. "Except your smoking style is exactly the same as the other Claire Davis," he added with a grin. Claire smiled back. "Yeah, but it's funny, isn't it?" she observed. "Little things make a big difference. But that's over. There's no more need to keep my identities separate. I've lost my job because of smoking, and everybody will know that Claire Davis smokes. But you know what? In some ways, I don't care!" She reached for the pack on the table and lit up yet another cigarette. She was smoking at a record-setting pace. She had two with her morning coffee, another driving to the office from the hospital, three in the car after getting fired, and now another ten sitting her in the restaurant drinking coffee with Tim. It still wasn't lunch time, and this was her seventeenth of the day! "Well, you've heard the story," she said wryly, exhaling a fresh cloud of smoke into the already hazy air suspended over their table. "What do you think I should do?" Tim cleared his throat. "Here's the way I see it," he began. "But remember, I'm not a labor lawyer." "I understand," she sighed. She held the cigarette between her fingers and cocked her wrist. "But what would you do if you were me?" "The first thing is that as far as we know there is no written office policy prohibiting employees in Cummins' office from smoking on their own time. Therefore, I don't think he can fire you for smoking. Of course, he'll just argue that you have no employment agreement and he can fire you for any reason or for no reason. That's not his big problem. The real issues for him are your sexual harassment claims. Based on what you told me, I think they're a sure winner." Claire took a prolonged, sumptuous drag. She was now smoking slowly and luxuriously. No longer did she show the frantic affectation of earlier in the morning. She inhaled and tipped her head, directing a stream of smoke straight up. "Why? Are you sure?" she asked. Tim nodded. "Cummins made a pass at you yesterday. He asked you for sex. It was flagrant. He touched you. But you turned him down flat. Right?" "That's right," Claire agreed. "And one of the nurses actually saw him touching you, when she interrupted to tell you about Dawson at the ER? Right?" "Right again." "Okay. Think about it. You refused his sexual advance, and coincidentally he fired you the next day. I suspect any jury will believe that's cause and effect, especially because his 'no smoking for doctors' policy is not written down anywhere." "And don't forget," she added. "I know people who'll testify that Cummins smokes cigars with his buddies occasionally. So do a couple of the other doctors in the office. Doesn't their own incidental cigar smoking make this a double standard? Isn't that a problem?" Tim nodded. "It's a big problem. If Cummins selectively applies this supposed no-smoking criteria, disciplining or discharging only female employees who refuse his sexual advances, he's up shit creek. That's wrongful termination and sexual harassment. Plus, this isn't the first time he put the moves on an employee. There's a history of bad conduct. I think he'll lose big." Claire smiled. This sounded good. She wanted nothing more than to hurt the dirty bastard, and hurt him bad. "Can I get my job back?" "No. Courts penalize employers who harass employees or treat them unfairly. But even if you win, the most you get is money damages. You won't get your job back. However, the money damages could be substantial." He took a deep breath. "You need a lawyer who handles these claims. I only do workers comp. I'm not your guy. Besides, you need someone objective." He smiled and took hold of her hand. "My feelings might get in the way," he added gently, stroking her slender fingers. While holding her hand, he removed the cigarette from her fingers and lifted to his own lips. He took a slow drag and returned it. "Thanks," he grinned, exhaling a cloud of smoke of his own. "I have the perfect lawyer for you, too." "Who is it?" "Her name's Renee Williams. She's with a firm called Johnson & Myers. You'd like her. Renee smokes. In fact, everyone in that firm smokes. Perhaps you've heard of them." "No," Claire said. But her curiosity was aroused. "Should I know who they are?" "The firm was founded by lawyers from several big firms in town who rebelled against no-smoking policies in those old line firms. The lawyers at Johnson & Myers all smoke. I've known Renee for a few years. She's a good lawyer. You'd like her. She'd do a good job with the case." Claire tapped more ashes into the ashtray. "I do like the fact that she smokes," she admitted with a devious smile. "So, let me get this straight. You think I should hire this Renee Williams person to sue Dr. Cummins and his medical practice for wrongful termination and sexual harassment? And you think I'll win?" "You should talk to Renee," he hedged. "But I'm betting she'll say the case is a winner." Claire sighed as she stubbed out her cigarette. "That's great," she said, exhaling another mouthful of smoke. "But what am I going to do about a job? I've got some savings, but I can't live on savings forever. Roger Cummins will make sure no one in private medical practice in this town will even talk to me. I'm screwed, unless I quit smoking. And I'm not quitting!." "Have you thought about taking a government job?" Tim asked. "What do you mean? "The Workers Compensation Bureau has doctors on staff. It's not as prestigious as your internal medicine practice, but you're certainly qualified. Probably over-qualified. There are several positions open right now. I know the key people at the Bureau. I can get you an interview if you want. You'd probably get hired right away." "I don't know," Claire equivocated. "Unless I miss my guess, it's a job full of bureaucratic bullshit, you know, reviewing injured workers' files and making recommendations. The people those doctors see aren't really their patients. Plus, those positions don't pay very well, compared to what I make." "That's true," Tim admitted with a smile. "But what about the work schedule? You can't beat it! Every night you go home at five thirty. You're never on call. You get every weekend and holiday off. And the state has tons more holidays than the private sector. You'd have time for a life, Claire. You could party every night if wanted." Mindlessly, Claire again reached for her cigarettes. Placing another in her mouth, she lit up one more time. "That's true," she muttered, exhaling a small cloud of smoke from around the dangling cigarette. "It's starting to sound more attractive." She took a longer drag and smiled. "Keep talking." "How about this? No one at the Bureau will ever give a damn if you smoke. Believe me, I know. Lots of my friends at the Bureau smoke. It's a state building, so technically there's no smoking anywhere on the premises. But there's a loading dock at the back of the building where the smokers gather during their breaks. Even the Director smokes. She's quietly made sure that smokers who work there aren't mistreated. It's the most smoker-friendly state agency I know. Does that sound good?" "God," Claire mused, looking into space. "That sounds fuckin' great. Still being a doctor, but taking breaks with other smokers at work? Shit! That sounds too good to be true. God, the evil Claire would be totally in charge of my life at that point!" She giggled. "No more need for a secret identity." "Let me make a phone call," Tim suggested. He watched Claire happily pull more smoke into her lungs and lavishly exhale through her nostrils. "Put your resume together tonight. I'll probably have an interview ready for you by tomorrow." "Thanks, Tim," Claire smiled sweetly, still exhaling bits of blue smoke from her nose and mouth. "How can I make this up to you?" He flashed a wicked grin. "I'll think of something," he announced in a nasty tone of voice. "I've always wanted a woman to smoke and make love to me at the same time. Does that sound too kinky?" Claire grinned. She took an interminable drag on her cigarette and, upon removing it, briefly opened her mouth to reveal a massive ball of smoke. After hanging for two seconds, it disappeared quickly down into her lungs. She smiled. "That would be great. It sounds wickedly fun.." She turned and gave him a perfect profile of a splendid mixed nose and mouth exhale. She gave him a wanton stare. "I'm smoking a lot more now, you know. I guess I'll start smoking in bed, too." Tim smiled. Perhaps he'd have his secretary cancel his afternoon appointments. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Claire sat at her computer typing her resume. Long ago the extra bedroom in her apartment changed into an office. She rarely used it, but she liked having an area set aside for paper work. On the table beside her sat a large, new, cut-glass ashtray. After coming home from Tim's this afternoon, she stopped at the store to buy some needed supplies. She bought a carton of cigarettes and a half dozen disposable lighters. The purchase gave her quite a rush! It seemed particularly degenerate to buy cigarettes by the carton. It was a clear demonstration that she was a real smoker. Her other purchases included ashtrays for every room in her house. After all, she told herself, if I'm going to be a real smoker, I need more than one ashtray. She tapped some ashes into the ashtray. It was good-looking. She smiled. She'd been tempted to search for a store that sold expensive, customized lighters. Seeing Amanda's yesterday impressed her. It was not a disposable lighter, but a stylish, gold and expensive-looking one. She also liked Amanda's cigarette case. Amanda looked like a smoker. Claire wanted a fancy case, too. She sighed. Eventually she'd acquire those accouterments. Appearing like a serious, seasoned smoker would soon be part of her own everyday look. She glanced at the clock. She been thinking about calling her sister. There was still time before the business day ended in Chicago. "I'm going to call Liz at her office," she decided, picking up her cigarettes and moving into the kitchen where she sat down by the phone. Another new ashtray awaited her by the phone. She was so pleased. She felt happy seeing ashtrays everywhere throughout the apartment. Before long, she'd fill them up, too! She looked up Liz's number in her book. She wanted to discuss recent events with Liz. They hadn't talked since the fateful discussion at breakfast several weeks ago. Since then, much had happened. When she called Liz at work, she usually got voice mail. Accountants were often out of the office. To her surprise, however, this time her sister picked up the phone on the first ring. "This is Liz Davis. How may I help you?" "This is your sister, Liz. How are you doing?" "Holy shit, Claire," Liz exclaimed. "I've been meaning to call you. I'm glad you called first. Hey, I just finished a project, so I've got time to chat. How the hell are you?" "You won't believe it," Claire lamented. "You've gotten me into a shitload of trouble." "Me?" she replied with surprise. "How did I do that?" Claire explained the events of the last several weeks, starting with the contact lenses, the new hair style, the secret identity and (finally) the smoking. "God, I can't believe it," Liz laughed. "You're actually smoking? Wow! I don't believe it, Doc," she repeated. "I never really expected you to follow my lead." "I want to ask about that," Claire explained. "But hang on a second. "She paused to light a cigarette. "I need to ask you a few questions." Liz interrupted. "Did you just light up?" she asked. "Was that the sound of a lighter I heard? God, you're smoking a cigarette right now, aren't you?" "Damn straight," Claire giggled, purposely exhaling into the receiver. "I'm already into my second pack today." "No shit?" Liz whistled. "God, you aren't kidding, are you?" "No, I'm not kidding," Claire confirmed. "I'm hooked, Liz. I'm hopelessly addicted to these things. All I think about anymore is when and where I get to smoke my next cigarette. I never tire of lighting up. Each cigarette I smoke gives me so much pleasure. It's kind of scary." She interrupted the discussion for a prolonged drag. "That's what I need to ask about," she added, inhaling the smoke into her lungs as she spoke. "You told me you only smoke with your smoking buddies. Is that really true? Do you really control your smoking that much? Or were you lying to me?" She exhaled through her nostrils awaiting Liz's reply. There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, she answered. "I didn't tell you the whole truth, Doc. Actually, I smoke all the fuckin' time anymore, at least a pack a day. Sometimes more. It didn't start that way, but it's been that way for months. When we were in Springdale for the funeral, I hid it from you and Janice. That was pure hell! I really needed to smoke, but I was afraid of you guys. When I could, I sneaked off to grab a quick cigarette. My room at the hotel was safe. I smoked like a fiend every night and first thing each morning. I covered the smell perfume and breath-mints. Don't you remember how much perfume I wore, especially that morning at breakfast? Didn't it seem strange? It was 'cause I'd just finished smoking three consecutive cigarettes!" Claire smiled. She _did_ remember the overpowering aroma of Liz's perfume that day. Shit!. She never suspected its true purpose. She shook her head. "You did a good job of hiding it, Liz. I never suspected. You're a pro. I'd never have guessed you were smoking the whole time we were together." Liz was pleased to learn she'd successfully deceived her sister. "Well, I sure was smoking," she went on. "You understand why I hid it. If you knew the truth, I was sure you'd disapprove. God, I didn't want to be lectured. I get enough of that shit from my non-smoking friends. It was important to keep you in the dark. After all, you're a doctor, Claire. I knew you'd chew me out if you discovered I was smoking all the time." "You're right, I would have," Claire admitted. "But why did you tell me you were smoking socially? Wouldn't it have been smarter to keep your smoking a complete secret?" "Maybe," Liz acknowledged. "But maybe not. I feared you'd smell it on my clothes and in my hair. I needed an excuse to deflect your criticism, but didn't want you to know I was hooked. I thought if you knew I smoked, but thought I only smoked occasionally, it'd explain why my clothes smelled." "That's pretty smart," conceded Claire. "Thanks," Liz said proudly. "Plus, that story I told you wasn't complete fiction. Some of it was true. In the beginning, I _did_ only smoke with my friend Tina from work. At first, I never smoked anywhere else, even in my apartment. I smoked socially, and that was it. That lasted for about a month. After awhile, smoking got under my skin. One morning I thought how nice it would be to smoke just one cigarette before work. It started innocently, just one cigarette with my coffee on one special morning. Pretty soon, it was one cigarette _every_ morning. Then it turned into _two_ cigarettes every morning before work. The problem was, I liked smoking too damn much. I couldn't control it. God knows I tried. But the fact was, I wanted to smoke more than I wanted to control it. After awhile, I was smoking all the time I was at my apartment. Then I started smoking in my car. One day, I took my cigarettes to work. Just for the fun of it, I wanted to join Tina for one afternoon smoke break. It was fun, all right. Pretty soon, I was taking smoke breaks at work all the time. In short, before I knew it, I was hooked, smoking a pack a day every fuckin' day. I'm sorry. I should've told you. If I had, this wouldn't have happened. I feel terrible." "Don't feel bad," Claire reassured her. "I'm not mad or anything. I just wanted to know the truth. That's all. The funny thing is, almost the same thing happened to me. I started smoking because I thought we shared the same defective genes. I thought if you controlled your smoking, I'd be able to control mine, too. It worked for a short while. Like you, I started smoking an extra cigarette in the mornings. But that crisis at the hospital made me realize how much I really need nicotine. Now I can't control my smoking any more than you can." "That's right," Liz conceded. "I tried to control it, but I can't. I'm hooked, Claire. I'm sorry. I should have warned you." "Don't be sorry. Believe me, I'm not. Maybe you didn't understand. I like smoking, Liz. I'm glad you encouraged me to try it." "Are you sure? But what about your health?" Liz asked. "Aren't you scared?" "No," Claire announced, exhaling again into the phone. "I'm don't know why, but the health stuff doesn't scare me anymore. Nothing that's worthwhile is without some risk. And smoking is definitely worthwhile." "So, you're not thinking about quitting?" "No, I'm not going to quit," Claire repeated. "I haven't thought about it. In fact, I'm moving in the other direction. I'm serious. I just bought ashtrays for every room in my damn apartment. Next, I want to buy a fancy cigarette case and an expensive lighter. I can't quit now. Smoking is too much fun, Liz." "Isn't it?" Liz agreed with a giggle. "I love lighting a cigarette and taking that first hit. I know what you mean. It's not politically correct to say this, but I like smoking. I'm glad you do, too. But good luck with the job thing." Claire took a last hit and crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. "I have an appointment at the Workers Comp Bureau tomorrow morning. Then I'm meeting with Tim's lawyer friend tomorrow afternoon about my case. In the meantime, I have great new girlfriends, all of whom smoke, and a boyfriend who smokes. I'm a new person. I have you to thank, Liz. None of this would be happening unless you encouraged me to indulge the evil Claire Davis who's always been inside me." "The evil Claire Davis," Liz repeated with a gentle sigh. "God, it sounds like the evil Claire we've created is totally in control of your life these days!" "Sis, the evil Claire _is_ my life now," Claire corrected her. "That's how it's going to stay." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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