ase have this material ready for my assistant to
pick up tomorrow?" Kevin spoke firmly, looking down at his crossed
fingers.

"All those files? Christ, you think I've got nothing better to do
than.... Who in the hell made this complaint, anyway?"

"The letter came from the chair of the Staff Association, Diana
Trenchant. Evidently several complaints have been brought to her
attention."

"She can go to Hell and you too, for that matter. What business is it
of yours who I hire?"

"Federal law prohibits discriminatory hiring practices. This
university has to comply to receive federal grants. My job is to see
that the university is in compliance."

"Bull, everyone knows that just applies to women and spa...., er,
minorities."

"That is incorrect, Mr. Anuse. Anti-discrimination laws apply to
anyone who is being discriminated against. Please have those files
ready for pick-up," said Kevin and firmly hung up the phone.

Frank looked at the phone for a beat and then walloped it to get a dial
tone. He punched in the number for Mark Rogers, the university
attorney.

Reaching his party, he said, "Mark, what do you know about the bitch
chairing the Staff Association?"

Chapter 6

...."and sitting next to Ed is Esther Rondell, agriculture."

Frank beamed at Esther who simpered in return. A large woman, Esther
wore her white hair in an old fashioned pug at the back. She had been
at Belmont longer than anyone could remember. She dressed
conservatively and was always on university committees.

Esther was at the forefront of every woman's movement on campus. She
was quick to rush to any woman's defense and agree that yes, they were
badly treated. This allowed her a podium to broadcast how badly she
was used by the university. With all her experience, with all her hard
work, she was shafted at every turn, was her cry.

Any serious group of women who might band together to effect change
were usually derailed by her and the administration loved it. An
unsuspecting woman who confided in her thinking she was a fellow
sufferer found to her sorrow that Esther was only out for Esther. Any
confidence given her was nearly always violated. This queen bee just
shrugged and stung them to death.

A cinch, thought Henry.

"Then Professor Jane Astori, physical therapy."

Beside Esther, tiny Jane appeared almost doll-like, even though she was
only a little shorter than average. Her blond hair was worn lon