Russell had a secret. Nothing very
sinister, just something personal that he wanted no one to know about. When he
commissioned the design of his new spacious office in the main street, he made
sure that there was a secure compartment for it near his desk. Once inside, it
was safely protected by the latest high tech lock that could only be opened by
recognizing his thumbprint.
Even Max, his business partner,
had no idea what Russell had stashed away. They had set up their resource
management company together in the nineteen nineties and financially, it had
far outstripped their expectations. After they sold it recently to an
Australasian corporation, Russell now looked forward to a well earned
retirement in his three storied beach house at Lang Cove, when his stint as
manager was finished in five years.
As a humble Council employee, way
back in the nineteen eighties, he had quite a different expectation of his
future. All he had was a B.A. in Geography and wonderful memories of his great
O.E. in Europe, where he met his English wife Julie while hitch hiking in
France.
In those days, he worked in a
small, Rimu lined, council planning office that over looked the car park -
where he could see his well used Holden station wagon. He remembered so many
good times camping and going to the beach with Julie and the kids in that car.
There was even room in the back for their over fed dog, “Piggy Muldoon”.
For a quite number of years, life was fairly cruisey for
Russell. Even though they had to wait awhile to save and get the mod cons they
desired. In the nineteen nineties however, the Council restructured its
operations by contracting services and Russell found himself cast out into the
wilderness of the unemployed. Julie pulled them through by going back into
teaching and Russell went back to varsity to add a degree in Resource and
Environmental Planning to his CV.
While he was there he met Max who
was finishing his Business Management degree and they set up their own
consulting firm called “Rumax”. The monetarist reforms and the Resource
Management Act were goldmines for consultants and Rumax became a major player
in the region. The business thrived and soon they had dozens of employees doing
the donkeywork.
Max became a master at
establishing good relationships with most of the Council CEOs and councilors.
The contracts headed into the millions of dollars as they rolled over year
after year. Russell could see that the Councils had a poor grasp of the
planning complexities of District Plans and he made sure that outcomes were
equally complex.
Recently, there had been
dangerous talk in the community of amalgamating local bodies into larger
districts and returning to the days of in house planners overseeing adjustments
to District Plans rather than costly major overhauls handled by consultants. Russell
was worried enough to have a chat to Julie about this and as usual she
reassured him that they would cope.
By this time, Julie had her own company
of employment management consultants and she had successfully landed some very
influential contracts monitoring “The Culture and Performance” of Council
staff. She smiled and warmly hinted that Russell might like to again think
about the early retirement plans he had years ago.
It was time to check his secret, so
Russell swiveled his plush leather chair around and opened his secure
compartment with his left thumb. Inside on a coat hanger was the old, comfy
cardigan, which was hand knitted by his mother. He wore it years ago when he worked at the Council and it
was a pity that it was no longer possible to be part of his corporate attire.
He held it up and softly spoke to his favourite cardy, “Well Mum, it’s back to
square one and time to go fishing.”
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