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The Arrogant Human Resource Manager



We had been hearing complaints about a female Human Resource Manager who had been obstructing officers in the discharge of their duties. The Department used to get complaints from Officers  who had been refused entry to the premises to check if there was compliance to the permission given by the Department with regard to the employment of female employees at night. To verify this complaint we dispatched two officers to carry out inspections at night. When the officers reached the guard house  of the factory they were promptly denied entry. The officers had been instructed to report the matter to the nearest Police Station if this occurred. They went to the nearest police station, flashed their authority cards and reported that the HR Manager was obstructing them from carrying out their duties. The police officers also had a poor impression of the HR Manager who had in the past belittled them when she called over to meet their boss.They brought out a “Black Maria” (see photo) to transport the HR Manager (HRM) to the Labour Office the same night. The entire labour force in the factory came out to see what the commotion was about but none made any effort to inquire what it was all about. At the Police Station the HRM posted personal bail and was released after about half an hour. The following morning, the HRM who knew the DPP called at the DPP’s office to report the incidents of the previous night and sought his assistance to charge the Labour Officers for abuse of powers. However we had done our homework and made sure we were on the right path.  Prior to the night raid we had briefed the Attorney General of our intention to carry out the raid and that the female HRM had proved difficult during our previous encounters. He had advised us to tread carefully as the HRM, was a  local lady married to a German national who was close to the Chief Minister - and to ensure there was no malice in our actions. We had decided to prosecute the HRM. This procedure required the  acquiescence  of the DPP who was also head of prosecutions and his agreement was mandatory in all prosecutions. We called at the DPP’s   Office the next morning. The office of the DPP informed us that the DPP was in Court and he would only be free at 11.00am. We made an appointment to see him at 11.00 am. The next day my boss and I called at the DPP’s Office. He was in but his last visitor was also in the Office. We decided to wait for them to finish their meeting. At 11.30am the DPP’s Secretary ushered us into the DPP’s office. We briefed the DPP of the purpose of our visit and sought his permission to go on with the prosecution. The DPP agreed that we were right to prosecute persons who were unco-operative. He sympathized with us but the Chief Minister(CM) had rung him up that morning and told him to stop the Department from prosecuting the Company as the CM was trying to bring over industries to the newly  established Industrial Zone - and the action by the Department would go counter to the State’s efforts to woo investors to the State. We had no choice but to put our tails behind and let the arrogant lady go scot free.   


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