“What happened?” Jack asked.
“I can’t talk now,” Terese said. “I can’t risk it with everything that has happened. I’ve just got to see you.”
“We’re sort of in the middle of an emergency ourselves,” Jack said. “And I’m just on my way out.”
“It’s very important,” Terese said. “Please!”
Jack immediately relented, especially with Terese’s selfless response to his emergency Friday night.
“All right, Jack said. “Since I was just leaving, I’ll come to you. Where would you like to meet?”
“Were you going uptown or downtown?” Terese asked.
“Uptown,” Jack said.
“Then let’s meet at the café where we had coffee on Sunday,” Terese said. “I’ll be right there,” Jack said.
“Wonderful!” Terese asserted. “I’ll be waiting.” Then she hung up.
Jack replaced the receiver and self-consciously looked over at Chet.
“Did you hear any of that?” Jack asked.
“It was hard not to,” Chet said. “What do you think happened?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea,” Jack said. True to his word, Jack left immediately. Exiting from the front of the medical examiner facility, he caught a cab on First Avenue. Despite the normal afternoon traffic, he made it uptown in reasonable time. The café was crowded. He found Terese sitting toward the rear at a small banquette. He took the seat opposite her. She didn’t make any motion to get up. She was dressed as usual in a smart suit. Her jaw was clenched. She looked angry.
She leaned forward. “You are not going to believe this,” she said in a forced whisper.
“Did the president and the CEO not like your presentation?” Jack asked. It was the only thing he could think of.
Terese made a motion of dismissal with her hand. “I canceled the presentation,” she said.
“Why?” Jack asked.
“Because I’d had the sense to schedule an early breakfast with a woman I’d acquaintance at National Health”, Terese said. “She’s a vice president in marketing who I happened to have gone to Smith College with. I’d had a brainstorm about leaking the campaign to some higher-ups through her. I was so confident. But she shocked me by telling me that under no circumstances would the campaign fly.”
“But why?” Jack asked. As much as he disliked medical advertising, he’d considered the ads Terese had come up with the best he’d seen.
“Because National Health is deathly afraid of any reference to nosocomial infections,” Terese said angrily. Then she leaned forward again and whispered. “Apparently they have had some of their own trouble lately.”
“What kind of trouble?” Jack asked.
“Nothing like the Manhattan General,” Terese said. “But serious nonetheless, even with a few deaths. But the real point is that our own account executive people, specifically Helen Robinson and her boss, Robert Barker, knew all this and didn’t tell me.”
“That’s counterproductive,” Jack said. “I thought you corporate types were all working toward the same end.”
“Counterproductive!” Terese practically shouted, causing the nearby diners to turn their heads. Terese closed her eyes for a moment to collect herself.
“’Counterproductive’ is not the term I’d use,” Terese said, keeping her voice down. “The way I’d describe it would make a sailor blush. You see, this was not an oversight. It was done deliberately to make me look bad.”
“I’m sorry to hear this,” Jack said. “I can see it’s upsetting for you.”
“That’s an understatement,” Terese said. “It’s the death of my presidential aspirations if I don’t come up with an alternative campaign in the next couple of days.”
“A couple of days?” Jack questioned. “From what you’ve shown me about how this process works, that’s a mighty tall order.”
“Exactly,” Terese said. “That’s why I had to see you. I need another hook. You came up with this infection idea, or at least you were the source of it. Can you come up with another concept? Something that I can construct an ad campaign around. I’m desperate!”
Jack looked off and tried to think. The irony of the situation didn’t escape him; as much as he despised medical advertising, here he was racking his brains for some sort of an idea. He wanted to help; after all, Terese had been so willing to help him.