The Exec
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As he moves ahead with his new life, tragedy strikes and his future changes forever. Can he handle these formidable challenges with so many lives now dependent upon the outcome? Ignoring his doubts and with confidence in his ability, he prepares to face the challenges ahead and to live a life full of happiness and opportunity, not the regrets of the past.
Joseph Tramontana
Joseph Tramontana, PhD is a Licensed Clinical Psychologist and certified consultant in clinical hypnosis. Dr. Tramontana is president of the Louisiana Psychological Association and of the New Orleans Society for Clinical Hypnosis. He is also a member of the Association of Applied Sports Psychologists.
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The Exec - Joseph Tramontana
PROLOGUE
IT WAS A BRIGHT sunny day in June. The stadium was filled for the most part with a crowd of cheering, noisy, diehard Yankee fans. Many had come as they normally did to root for their home team. But always when the Yankees played the Sox, a pervasive curiosity hung in the air regarding the outcome.
Down in the dugout Joe DePlano, the manager, a short stocky man, was a little unhappy. When he was making up his lineup, a call had come from upstairs to put the kid in. This was an important series and he didn’t relish putting in a newcomer into an important position, especially as a starting pitcher. He didn’t know too much about the kid except the front office thought very highly of him and had placed him under contract. The trouble with newcomers, they were an unknown equation. His dilemma was that since the front office insisted on him playing this newcomer, he had to give the kid a fair shot and hope for the best. He called the kid up from the bullpen and said, Son, you’re pitching today and I hope you’re up to it because this is an important game.
Don’t worry, Mr. DePlano. I won’t let you down.
I hope not. Now get out there and show them what you’ve got.
Turning away, he returned to the dugout with some misgivings.
The kid strode out to the mound, threw a few warm-up pitches to the catcher and then signaled he was ready. Well, to say that there were a lot of surprised faces in the crowd was putting it mildly. After three innings he had struck out nine batters with exactly twenty-seven pitches. He was amused to see the determined faces on the batters as they stepped up to the plate and their consternation when they struck out. As one batter put it, This guy is murder. I never saw anything like the stuff he’s throwing.
Oh, there was no such thing as they fouled or flied out. They never got a chance to hit the ball.
As the game continued and the strikeouts mounted, the newscasters and sports writers took notice. Who the hell is this guy? Where’s he from? How come we haven’t heard of him before this?
Young Tom Porter Wells had stood them up on their ears and was about to give them a demonstration that would long be remembered. Even Joe DePlano was astounded. He had never seen a performance like this, not that he hadn’t seen good pitchers before, but this kid was remarkable.
What they didn’t know about this lanky, six-footer with the dark hair and eyes and the friendly warm smile that won everyone to him, was that he had been playing baseball since he was six years old. Starting as a Little Leaguer, he had gone through grade school, high school, and college playing the game. He had spent lots of time on weekends either playing the game or batting the ball around and playing catch with his father, a Little League coach. In high school he captained the school team and they won all but two games. His record as a pitcher in high school got him a two-year scholarship to Fordham University where he excelled in his studies and baseball.
It was while he was in college that he noticed something unusual, the way he threw the ball caused strange things to happen. He had read up and learned how to throw a fastball, curve balls, and a slider. But this was different. The way he held the ball, twisted his fingers and snapped his wrist, he could make the ball travel in level flight for some distance, then hop up or down or right or left. Further experimentation by him after his curiosity was aroused, only proved that he had complete control and could make the ball behave as he wanted. Neither he nor his father Skip nor his college physics professor could explain the phenomenon. The explanation by his professor was that the resistance the stitches presented in the air stream when the ball was thrown determined the direction of travel or movement. Checking further in books provided no better explanations, so he decided to accept what he had and use it to his advantage.
While in his last semester at college, he was approached by a scout from one of the Yankee farm clubs and offered a contract. When he talked it over with Skip, Skip said, Take the contract. You’ll be earning more money than you probably ever would following a science career and you’ll still be enjoying what you like doing.
So taking Skip’s advice, he accepted the contract. Reporting in, it was only a couple of days before he was pitching. To put it mildly, those that saw him pitch were stunned. His coaches couldn’t believe what they were seeing. His teammates were having a ball trying to guess what he was going to throw. Was he going to walk the batter, let him hit or strike him out. After the game, a lot of money changed hands in the locker room as the players paid off their bets.
It was no surprise when word came from the home office to send him up to New York, but his entry into the Majors was a big surprise. When he arrived, he was given a locker, a uniform and told to be on the field the following morning. When he called home and told his folks that he was now in a Yankee uniform, they were elated and wished him well. They looked forward to seeing him as soon as he could break away and come home to visit.
He continued to strike out batter after batter and soon the game was over. He had performed the remarkable feat of striking out 27 men with exactly 81 pitches. As he came in from the pitcher’s mound, his teammates crowded around him and there was a tumultuous ovation from the stands as a new hero was born. Approaching the dugout, he saw Joe DePlano coming toward him, shaking his hand and embracing him saying, Tom, that was quite a performance, one that I never thought I’d see and one that I shall never forget. Come on, I have to bring you upstairs. They want to see you.
OK, I’ll go change and we can go right up.
No, Son. Don’t change. They want to see you in your uniform.
Let’s go then.
When they entered the box, Mr. Jameson, the vice-president, came over to them and said, Hello, Tom, that was quite a performance you gave, one that I am sure will be talked about all over this town tonight and one that will long be remembered. Come, there are some people here that want to see you.
With that he brought them over to Skip and Moira, his sister Dr. Alicia Porter Wells, resplendent in her Naval uniform, and to Elvira, her husband Greg and her two children. After kissing and hugging all of them, he introduced Joe DePlano, his coach, to the group. Then looking at all the beaming faces, he remarked, You know what I see? One happy family.
The Wells’ family is happily united again.
CHAPTER 1
TWENTY YEARS EARLIER
AS HE OPENED THE door he heard the phone ringing. Dropping his bags, he hurried to the table and picked up the phone.
Hello!
Is that you, John? Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all week.
Yeah, well I was upstate fishing. Had to get away and clear my head.
I know it was pretty rough on you, losing your job and then going through the divorce, but you have to put it all behind you and snap out of it.
Well, that’s easier said than done, but you’re right. I have to get my act together and get back in the groove. What’s up?
John, I’ve lined up a nice position for you. I know what you’re going to say. You’re not ready to get back to work, but listen to me. This is a great opportunity and I would hate to see you miss it.
I don’t know if I am ready for anything yet. Rick, you know the divorce left me pretty well shaken.
John, if I didn’t think this was right for you, I would not have called.
O.K. What’s the deal?
It’s a little company in New Jersey and they need a president.
Whoa, I am not ready for anything like that.
Yes, you are and it will be the best medicine in the world for you. In spite of how you feel, you’re the man for this position and I wouldn’t let it go by.
Why do they need a president? Isn’t there anyone in their organization presently capable of filling his shoes?
I don’t know. I am only a head hunter and when the request came in, I thought of you.
What happened to the president? Did he die?
No. As I understand it, the parent company was totally dissatisfied with his performance and tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn’t go, so they sent a vice president from the home office in California specifically to fire him. Apparently the V.P. took a plane from California, showed up in his office, told him he was fired, and turned right around and went back to L.A.
Geez, that’s pretty rough stuff.
Well, I guess they had their reasons.
How am I supposed to hook up with the new people?
Well, the principals are here in New York for a few more days, so I am going to arrange for you to meet them at 10:00 AM tomorrow at the Union League in New York.
The Union League? Rick, this is out of my class.
Don’t worry. These are nice people. They’re British and they’re looking for someone to run one of their divisions. They know about you, so you have nothing to worry about. Their names are Sir Charles Grayson, Sir William Talbot, and Mr. Robert Hastings. Be calm. Tell them a little about yourself but not too much detail and remember, they’re only here to hire a new head-man to run one of their divisions. That man is you! Call me after the interview and we can set up dinner and you can tell me all about it.
After he hung up, John Wells sat down to collect his wits and sort things out, but first he had to fix himself a drink. He was a fairly good-looking man of medium height and build with the trim figure of a golfer. He had dark blond hair and brown eyes and his warm smile told you he was a friendly person. He had been a vice-president with a steel- manufacturing firm, but since his ideas did not mesh with those of his superiors by mutual agreement, he was let go.
His marriage was almost a rocky one from the start. Moira, his wife, had particular ideas about where he should be in his job and constantly nagged and badgered him until one night, after a particularly brutal argument, he made a big mistake and taking some things, he left home. Unfortunately, while he thought that after counseling they could patch things up and get back together again, Moira was not so inclined. The split, when it came, was far from amicable. Moira wound up with the lion’s share of the estate and a very hefty alimony settlement that she claimed she needed to maintain the life style she had become accustomed to. This left him devastated and in his despair, he agreed to far more than he should have.
But soon he had to get off the proverbial pot and think of the future. This position, if he got it, could be a godsend. He had some good ideas and had a feel for what should be done and what should not be done. Then he thought, I should have asked Rick what they manufacture. But no matter. I’ll