1. Wakening, 1, 
2. Encounter, 28, 
3. Preparation, 54, 
4. Flirtation, 74, 
5. Beginning, 96, 
6. Disappointment, 116, 
7. Potential, 139, 
8. Future, 164, 
9. Setback, 183, 
10. Together, 202, 
11. Madness, 223, 
12. Passion, 245, 
13. Commitment, 261, 
14. Footnote, 282,

CHAPTER 1

Wakening

That familiar rise in the road loomed ahead — the one that seemed to bridge the two massive parts of the tandem mill. He could see the lights of the stadium off to the right where they had been for fifty, no, maybe seventy years. The lights had been there for as long as Marc could remember, but it had been years since he had seen them all lit.

He could not see all the stadium lights from the road. The towering roofs of the tin mill still blocked the view of the ones on the west side. The foggy glow from the stadium created an eerie effect as the darkness of the mill and the rising hillside behind the stadium dominated the scene and dampened the bright lights even though they reached eighty feet into the air. The lights were only visible for a few seconds as his car reached the flat peak of the overpass and started down the incline on the other side towards the town's main thoroughfare.

An unmarked mill gate on the right side curved towards a large corrugated building and back again under the bridging road. The landscape was dark and haunting. The blue-gray coating of a steel mill talcum powder bath had fallen on the buildings and roadway at the gate for many years giving the scene a touch of homeliness and despair. How could anything be that dusty? It was a bleak, three-dimensional lithograph of the industrial revolution.

It hasn't changed, Marc thought. It's still the same as it was in the late 50s. The short stretch of four-lane road — about two miles — still merged into two lanes as he reached the number five-mill gate and the start of downtown Weirton. Downtown? Yes, this was downtown Weirton. A row of one-, two-, at most three- story buildings on the west side, and the mill, — rising like a big, dark mountain of steel, mortar, brick, and fencing on the east side.

Could Marc find his way to the football game? He turned off Main Street at Virginia Avenue, and then drove up the hill for a few blocks to the high school. Well, it's no longer the high school. Marc wondered if there was anything still there. At one of the class reunions a few years ago, he had bought a brick, supposedly from the old school. At the time, it was being torn down, and Chris Barrie had brought some souvenirs from the demolition site. Marc had paid $10 for what he trusted was his piece of Weir High School history.

Virginia Avenue was still there; however, there were more empty lots, boarded-up buildings and parking lots for mill employees than Marc remembered. The area looked old, real old. There was the telephone office. He remembered the telephone "operators" who would go in and out of the building as he came and went from the high school. The young women in their nylons and high heels enchanted him. At the time Marc regarded them as women because they were older and out of high school — women who worked at the "romantic" job of telephone operator. All around the dilapidated telephone building, which now had a sign indicating the ISU (Independent Steelworkers Union) occupied the premises, was the discarded and unusable waste of a struggling industry and its people. Obviously, the telephone company had long since moved.

Marc reached the end of the next block. The pitch of the road was steep, at least that is the way it seemed tonight. When Marc drove these hilly streets at sixteen, they did not seem to be any more than slight rises in the road. It's all what you get accustomed to, he thought. Now his Jeep Grand Cherokee seemed too big for the road let alone being able to make the turn into the parking lot outside the stadium. Marc suddenly stopped the light brown Jeep. He was confused and unsure of himself and felt he was driving into a tunnel as the road ahead grew narrower and darker.

The parking lot was gone!

No, it was just so dark that at first glance he didn't see the barrier at the entrance: a rickety, one legged wooden horse holding up a partially broken two-by-four.

The lot, or what appeared to be the remains of the parking lot, was packed with cars, trucks, and buses parked haphazardly. The few gray cloudy figures standing behind the temporary gate were simultaneously motioning for him to turn away and go down the street to his left or continue up another block to the very top of Virginia Avenue. Marc was confused by the traffic controllers. He knew that climb ahead was steeper yet and he didn't want to take that vertical trip.

He turned the steering wheel sharply left, but he was already committed to pulling into the lot. He hit the brakes to avoid going any farther and in fear of the unknown darkness. As the Jeep came to a sudden stop, Marc shifted into reverse. Before he could start to backup, a horn honked and honked again. With a jolt, he slammed the brake pedal down with a forceful drive of his right foot. The red glow of the Jeep's brake lights mixed with the headlights of a car behind created a murky violet-gray collage that made forms and objects indistinguishable.

"Hold it — you can't back up. Give him a chance to get out of the way," a sharp, husky voice called out coldly and somewhat angrily from the rear.

Marc sat still for a moment as he realized that a car behind him was going to be allowed into the parking lot. The barrier was being moved aside and the car turned right into the lot and proceeded down the narrow drive between uneven rows of parked cars, pickups, and school buses. With the gray darkness hanging over the passageway through the motionless vehicles, it reminded Marc of a quick view of a cemetery corridor of large crypts.

"Okay. Come on back. Cut it hard. You have plenty of room," the rough voice said again.

Marc did exactly that. He continued at a slow, cautious pace until the voice yelled, "Okay, okay."

Marc stopped. Why is it so dark? He wondered. "I can't see a damn thing. Are my headlights on? I see fine in front. Must be these new glasses — damn bifocals. It gets worse with every new prescription."

He turned the Jeep into the side street running ninety degrees off of Virginia Avenue. The road was narrow with cars parked on both sides of the street; there was only room for one car in the center of the road. This is like driving through the hedgerows of England all over again, Marc thought. The one lane created a tunnel effect that the night darkness only intensified. If he met someone coming from the opposite direction, it would be a game of chicken to see who would back-up first to an unoccupied area and pull out of the way.

"God, this street hasn't changed either," Marc mumbled to himself.

The small houses seemed tinier than he remembered. But their appearance of clinging to the side of the hill was still the same. Their fragile foothold left the impression that they could let go any minute and tumble down the hillside in unison.

On the right side of the street the houses were well above the road level and towered over everything on the downward side. They seemed to hang on edge and lean unstably forward. The slightest disruption of their perch would cause them to rumble over everything in their path like an avalanche.

The left side of the street was just the opposite. As Marc drove at a snail's pace through the urban burrow of parked cars, trucks, and an occasional RV, he looked directly into the second-floor windows or at the porch rooftops of the houses on the downside of the hill. The houses had steep stairs leading off a sidewalk that went down to a porch or directly into the front doorway. In the darkness, pendent houses appeared to be sliding away.

What an odd sensation, Marc thought: One side falling on top of you and the other falling away. These homes had been here since he was a little kid and had parked on this street with his dad. Was it always this dark, this tight, and this unstable? Probably so, but it certainly seemed to be at the extreme tonight.

Regardless of his feelings of familiarity and uneasiness, Marc still had to find a parking place if he was going to get to the football game. He had already come a block and a half from Virginia Avenue without finding a place to park. Must be a big game tonight and a good crowd, he mused. Fans were walking on the sidewalks on both sides of the street headed toward the stadium, so there had to be parking further down. But how far? This is going to be a long walk back to the stadium, he groaned.

Marc had left his mother's home late and this unexpected search for a parking place was going to make him late for the kickoff. Oh well, he thought. So what — I'm not really here to see the game. He didn't even know who Weirton was playing. He had come to — to just what? Why had he come?

Marc was having trouble thinking of the right words to describe the reason he — at fifty-two years old — had decided to return to his alma mater to go to a high school football game. But he was alone, on a misty night, dark as a coal dungeon.

"Oh well, I'm here now," he rationalized to himself in a subconscious whisper.

"Now, I need to get parked and to the stadium."

He drove another block. The headlights revealed the end of the parking bottleneck and an abundance of parking spaces. He seemed to have reached the end of the fan parking. He pulled straight into a curbside parking spot, got out of the Jeep, locked the doors and stepped up on to the sidewalk. He could see the dim lights of the stadium far off in the distance. It was that same dull grayish glow he had seen as he approached downtown between the tandem mill buildings, structures and piping. The destination now had a shimmering quality about it, as if he were looking through water goggles.

As he sauntered towards the stadium, the entire atmosphere took him back to another time. He had walked these streets often as a kid going to the game with Dad, Uncle Len, Paul, Vince and whoever was available on game night. The swells, the sights, the voices, the memories all mixed together.

The view from this elevated sidewalk was even more revealing. The houses on the steep incline setting were both unique and monotonous. Their ghostly appearance on the lower side left him numb and his skin slightly goose-bumpy. The houses seemed to be foreboding shells with an occasional light-filled window protected by heavy drapery that caused the rays to appear as shadowy blotches of dull whiteness. Voices from these lower tiered dwellings floated upwards clearly. The sounds seemed to race uphill, and he could have eavesdropped on selected conversations if he wanted to.

The higher side homes seemed to be like rock-ledge overhangs. They were hanging precariously overhead with their porches and entrances beckoning only the sturdiest climber. The stairs were built at such an angle that you were required to hold onto the handrail to avoid tumbling backwards and to aid in moving perpendicularly. Even with this overwhelming appearance of a jutting overhang, the homes presented a hint of comfort and warmth. Those homes with outside lights or lights in windows provided the only illumination.

As Marc moved past these contrasting houses and their settings, they took on a life of their own. With no one to talk with, he was lost in his thoughts, imagination, and memories. The soft, almost undetectable voices of the other football fans walking ahead and behind him on both sides of the street only added to his loneliness. He thought for a moment that he must seem odd to the other shadowy figures journeying to the misty bright lights and faintly audible high stepping music of the school bands. But odd or not, he had a "right" to be here. He was part of this Friday night scene. The preoccupation with his "belonging" question lasted only momentarily.

His attention was directed back to the scene of the houses both towering above and lying below. As he glanced upward, the brick, stone and cement walls that kept the trees and the postage stamp lawns at bay, created a sense of importance, achievement and protection. The steps were climbing to terraces, and the doors opened into artistic homes and warm firesides. But the lower dwellings seemed to be merely temporary and precarious domiciles with porches, few domestic comforts and a vague uncertain future for those that would enter. Funny how light, shadows and perception influence your mood, Marc thought.

One of these had belonged to Aunt Ida and Uncle ...? God, what was his name? He was a strange, unkempt and mysterious man. He always had a dark, rumpled suit coat on and that pipe in the side of his mouth that dangled on the edge of his purplish-black lip. You waited for it to fall, but it never did. He could talk and eat, and the pipe never left its perch. Their house was near the alley that cut through these houses. But that was a long time ago. They were gone before I finished high school, mused Marc.

"Hey Bobby!"

"Wait up. Hey Bobby, BOBBY! DAMN IT WAIT UP," someone yelled from the shadows across the street, and began running with the lead feet of an elephant and the gate of a large, overweight Great Dane. As each stride hit the black top, it resonated with the steely sound of studded army boots.

"HEY, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH UP TO YOU FOR A BLOCK," the runner shouted, as he got closer.

"I THOUGHT ... OH ... sorry. I thought you were ... Sorry. I guess it's not you. I mean, WOW, I ran all that way," he gasped for air between every other word. With a shallow, almost breathless whisper, he grunted, "Sorry" again and moved ahead of Marc in a slower but still hurried pace.

Marc watched the interloper scurry off in the direction of the stadium. His figure became faint in the limited light of the evening. Even though Marc could only see his fading silhouette move quickly away, he was fascinated by the odd, almost laughable stride. He looked like a two-legged pogo stick. The entire body was in the air like a floating plump potato, with one foot hitting flat-footed and propelling the "potato" into the air again to repeat the sequence.

Very strange and funny.. .I have seen that stride before, thought Marc, when something else caught his attention, Permian's Grocery. Not much of a grocery store, but more like deli. It sat on the street corner of Virginia Avenue and across from the entrance to the high school campus. You could buy just about anything that a teenager would want, from sandwiches to cigarettes. You could also "play the numbers."

Marc stopped to look at Permian's. The building was empty, the sign was worn so badly that only the first three letters were visible and the GROCERY was gone completely. The large twelve-foot high store front windows were filthy, cracked and partially boarded. The spacious front concrete slab that had once served as a rendezvous for students, was uneven, heaved and crumbling. A congregate of leaves, papers and trash was tucked up against the fence that bordered the left side of the building.

Permian's Grocery had long ago given up the ghost. Only its legacy remained.

Marc turned away from the depressing scene and took the few steps to the street corner. He glanced at the rickety partition between Virginia Avenue and the stadium parking lot. It was his first unobstructed view of the assembly of traffic wardens as they meandered around the entrance. The group was task-less now as the stadium-bound traffic was coming to an end. Their voices pierced the muffled sounds of the early evening as they lamented with each other about the growing coolness. The light from the distant stadium and the few pale streetlights cast them in a devious role. I bet that group is like a fraternity. You can't just join; you must be voted in, Marc thought. A band of merry gatekeepers.

He crossed the road and semi-sprinted up the sidewalk until he reached the divided walkway of the high school campus. This was the promenade between the school buildings and the amphitheater for much of the socializing that came with the teenage scene. Even on this dark and chilly evening, the parade ground had a charm. Most of the large, half-century-old maple trees were still standing in between the two corridors of pavestones on either side.

Entering the boulevard-like passageway, he could see the almost leafless canopy stretched ahead creating a funnel-shaped walkway. With the light brighter at the far end, the sounds of the stadium were rushing toward him with a megaphone-like effect.

His step was quicker. Adrenaline from expectation sharpened his awareness. Fellow journeyers in small groups also picked up the pace, like some prod was suddenly being used to heighten their interest. The goal was in sight and the sounds were creating an almost adolescent-type excitement. But even as Marc's enthusiasm quickened, he sensed a feeling of emptiness. Gone were the buildings — the high school of his youth was gone!

The freshman building, the band Quonset hut, the shop complex and senior high buildings were all gone. They had lined the walkway with intersecting paths that crisscrossed the green. Buildings that had been symbols of stability, security, comfort, joy, excitement, frustration, boredom and education were gone. The ground where they once stood was empty and functionless. Even in the dull evening, the overgrown stubble of weeds, saplings and deadwood intertwined with the littered debris. Disuse and misuse was evident, and the void it depicted was the quality of an abandoned strip mine. The message was depressing to anyone who recalled that former landscape in its prime, and disappointing for those who would be hopeful of renewal.

(Continues...)

Excerpted from Red Rider by Laura Chadwick. Copyright © 2016 Laura Chadwick. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

“Acerca de” puede pertenecer a otra edición de este título.

PBShop.store US

Wood Dale, IL, Estados Unidos de America

Vendedor de 5 estrellas

Vendedor de IberLibro desde 7 de abril de 2005

Tarifas de envío en Estados Unidos de America

Artículo	De 7 a 14 días hábiles	De 7 a 14 días hábiles
Primer artículo	EUR 0,00	EUR 0,00

Los plazos de entrega los establecen los vendedores y varían según el transportista y la ubicación. Los pedidos que pasan por la aduana pueden sufrir retrasos y los compradores son responsables de los aranceles o tarifas asociadas. Los vendedores pueden ponerse en contacto con usted en relación con cargos adicionales para cubrir cualquier aumento en los costes de envío de los artículos.

Métodos de pago

Descripción de la tienda

We first started out as “The Paperback Exchange,” a chain of physical bookstores where we would part exchange your beloved books for new stories to transport you to faraway places. However, as shopping started to evolve to online shops and marketplaces, we bid our stores goodbye to become “PBShop.” This transition has only allowed us to blossom as we now ship thousands of titles to book lovers across the globe. We pride ourselves in being a community of local book lovers which allows our passion and devotion to shine in everything we do. In 2020 we not only celebrated our 20th birthday but our 1st birthday as being completely employee owned after becoming an E.O.T in September 2019. We are proud to be different and embrace standing apart on a book mountain by working from a virtual inventory which allows us to provide thousands of books that may be difficult to get for your bookshelf or your studies. Working with a number of different suppliers allows us to explore other avenues such as puzzles, sheet music and even stationery so we really do have something for everyone. Life is about being versatile in all realms of existence. If this is your first visit or you are a returning customer, we would like to welcome you to the PBShop family, for there is no friend as loyal as a book. We are a company who put our customers at the centre of everything we do as we understand the importance of reading because once you learn to read, you will forever be free. There are a whole lot of things in this world of ours that we are yet to explore, which is why we will forever inspire curious minds.…

Especialidad

Hardbacks, Paperbacks

Información empresarial del vendedor

Pbshop.co.uk Ltd

Unit 22 Horcott Industrial Estate, Horcott Road
Fairford, Reino Unido GL7 4BX

Contactar con el vendedorVer los artículos de este vendedorVer la página principal del vendedor

Condiciones de venta

Returns Policy
We ask all customers to contact us for authorisation should they wish to return their order. Orders returned without authorisation may not be credited.
If you wish to return, please contact us within 14 days of receiving your order to obtain authorisation.

Returns requested beyond this time will not be authorised.

Our team will provide full instructions on how to return your order and once received our returns department will process your refund.
Please note the cost to return any unwanted order to us is borne by the buyer.

Should your order arrive damaged, not as advertised or faulty, we must be advised of this within 14 days of delivery. Please contact us so we can find the best solution for you.

Our Customer Care Team can be contacted via emailing paperback-us@paperbackshop.co.uk, or by calling our UK Office on +441285 712 917. We are available 9:00am till 5:30pm GMT weekdays and 9:00am till 1:00pm GMT on Saturdays.

Derecho al desistimiento

Si es un consumidor, puede rescindir el contrato de acuerdo con lo siguiente. Por consumidor se entiende cualquier persona física que actúe con fines ajenos a su actividad comercial, empresarial, oficio o profesión.

Información sobre el derecho de desistimiento

Derecho legal de desistimiento

Tiene derecho a rescindir este contrato en un plazo de 14 días sin dar ningún motivo.

El periodo de desistimiento vencerá a los 14 días desde que usted, o un tercero que no sea el transportista e indicado por usted, adquiera la posesión física del último bien o del último lote o pieza.

Para ejercer el derecho de desistimiento, complete de forma electrónica y envíe una declaración clara en nuestro sitio web, desde "Mis compras" en "Mi cuenta". Le enviaremos sin demora un acuse de recibo de dicho desistimiento a través de un soporte duradero (por ejemplo, por correo electrónico).

Para cumplir con el plazo de desistimiento, basta con que envíe su comunicación relativa al ejercicio del derecho de desistimiento antes de que venza el periodo de desistimiento.

Efectos del desistimiento

Si rescinde este contrato, le reembolsaremos todos los pagos que hayamos recibido de usted, incluidos los gastos de envío (excepto los gastos adicionales que surjan si elige un tipo de envío que no sea el tipo de envío estándar más económico que ofrecemos).

Podemos hacer una deducción del reembolso por la pérdida de valor de cualquier bien suministrado, si la pérdida es el resultado de una manipulación innecesaria por su parte.

Efectuaremos el reembolso sin demoras indebidas y, a más tardar, 14 días después de que se nos informe de su decisión de rescindir este contrato.

Efectuaremos el reembolso utilizando el mismo medio de pago que utilizó para la transacción inicial, a menos que haya acordado expresamente lo contrario; en cualquier caso, no incurrirá en ningún cargo como resultado de dicho reembolso.

Podremos retener el reembolso hasta que hayamos recibido los bienes o hasta que nos haya presentado una prueba de que los ha devuelto, lo que ocurra primero.

Deberá devolver los bienes o entregarlos a PBShop.store US, Springfield Gardens, New York, U.S.A., +44 1285 712917, sin demoras indebidas y, en cualquier caso, en un plazo máximo de 14 días a partir del día en que nos comunique su desistimiento del presente contrato. El plazo se cumple si devuelve la mercancía antes de que venza el periodo de 14 días. Tendrá que asumir los gastos directos de devolución de los bienes. Usted solo es responsable de la disminución del valor de los bienes como resultado de una manipulación distinta a la necesaria para establecer la naturaleza, las características y el funcionamiento de los bienes.

Excepciones al derecho de desistimiento

El derecho de desistimiento no se aplica a lo siguiente:

La entrega de periódicos, diarios o revistas, con la excepción de los contratos de suscripción; y
El suministro de contenido digital que no se proporcione en un soporte tangible (por ejemplo, en un CD o DVD) si, al hacer el pedido, aceptó que podíamos empezar a entregarlo y que no podría desistir una vez iniciada la entrega.

Condiciones de envío

Books are shipped from our US or UK warehouses. Delivery estimates allow for delivery from either location.

Privacidad y seguridad

We are committed to protecting the privacy and security of personal data. This policy tells you how we will collect and use your personal data, and what you should expect in respect of the personal information about you that we have collected.

We are PBShop.co.uk Limited (registered in England & Wales with Company No: 9366362). Our registered office is at Swatton Barn, Badbury, Swindon, SN4 0EU, United Kingdom.

The person with responsibility for our data protection compliance is the Managing Director and they can be contacted via email at help@pbshop.store.

We are the data controller of the personal data that we keep and use, and we are therefore responsible for making sure that our systems, processes and people comply with the relevant data protection laws in respect of that personal data.

We will act in respect of personal data to comply with the six principles of the General Data Protection Regulation (“GDPR”), which are:

Lawfulness, fairness and transparency;
Purpose limitation;
Data minimisation;
Accuracy;
Storage limitation;
Integrity and confidentiality.
You have rights in respect of how your personal data can be processed; these include the right to request:

a copy of your personal data;
that inaccurate data is rectified; and
that your personal data is, in certain circumstances, erased or restricted.
You have the right to complain to the Information Commissioner, which you can do by contacting the Information Commissioner’s Office (ICO) directly. Full contact details, including a helpline number, can be found on the ICO website (www.ico.org.uk). This website also has useful information on your rights and our obligations. However, please raise any concerns or issues with us first so that we may deal with this as quickly as possible for you.

COLLECTION, USE AND DISCLOSURE OF PERSONAL DATA
We collect and process data for the following reasons:

personal data collected and created in relation to our selling books and other items; and
personal data relating to our people (which means those people working for our company, or providing services to us, or potentially working or providing services to us, including employees, consultants, temporary or casual workers and contractors).
All of our people are required to abide by our Privacy Policy when handling personal data, and are provided with appropriate data protection training. Any breach of data protection will be taken seriously, and may result in disciplinary action.

Selling books and other items
COLLECTION:
We will collect personal information which may include names, addresses and other information for our customers. This will be done for the management of the commercial relationship with our customers.

We may collect this personal data from you directly, and also from third parties, including publicly available third party sources. Additional personal data will be collected as it is created by or supplied to us in the course of anything we do for you.

USE:
We will use the personal data in the course of making sales and to comply with requirements that we are required to undertake.

We will only use your personal data when the law allows us to. Most commonly, we will use your personal data in the following circumstances:

in performance of a contract (the agreement to sell books and other items); and/or
compliance with a legal obligation; and/or
vital interests of the data subject; and/or
where it is necessary for our legitimate interests (or those of a third party) and your interests and fundamental rights do not override those interests.
We may also use your personal data in the following situations, which are likely to be far less common:

where we need to protect your interests (or someone else’s interests);
where it is needed in the public interest or for official purposes.
DISCLOSURE:
We may share personal data with third parties as is necessary in the sale of books and other items, including to third party providers who deliver services to support the operation of our company.

In respect of all disclosures of personal data, we will only share the personal information which is necessary for the particular purpose for which it is provided, or where we have another legitimate interest in doing so, and we will ensure that the personal data is appropriately protected.

RETENTION PERIOD:
We will keep personal data only for as long as is necessary to fulfil the purposes for which we collected it, including for the purposes of satisfying any legal, accounting or reporting requirements. Normally, our retention period for personal data collected for this purpose is a minimum of 6 years after the end of the period that we are selling books and other items.

Our people
COLLECTION:
We will collect names, addresses, contact details, education and employment history, identity and other background checks (which may include appropriate criminal and financial checks and confirmation of the right to work in the UK), marital status and information on next of kin and dependents, financial information (such as bank details and NI numbers), date of birth, gender, a copy of your passport and driving licence, performance information and compensation history, recruitment information (including references), salary, benefits, pension and annual leave information, disciplinary and grievance information, photographs, information about your use of our information and communications systems and CCTV footage or other information obtained through electronic means.

We may collect and use special categories of personal data as required in the carrying out of obligations and exercising specific rights of us or the data subject in the field of employment. This may include information relating to matters such as health, racial origin, religious belief and offences or alleged offences.

Personal data may be collected from you during the selection process (for example via your application form and CV) and during your employment (including holiday forms, expense claims, performance reviews, any disciplinary or grievance processes), or from third parties, including referees, health service providers, background check providers.

USE:
Personal data of our people will be used for HR administration and management, both in respect of the selection of people to work for us (including suitability, eligibility and/or fitness to work), and those who do work for us, to include learning and development, disciplinary and security (of people, offices and data) requirements, providing and liaising with benefits providers, business management and planning (including accounting and auditing), paying you and dealing with tax and NI deductions, assessing and deciding on salary reviews and compensation, conducting performance reviews and managing performance, dealing with legal disputes involving you or others, preventing fraud, monitoring your use of our information and communications systems, ensuring compliance with our policies, and equal opportunities monitoring.

We will only use your personal data when the law allows us to. Most commonly, we will use your personal data in the following circumstances:

In performance of a contract with you; and/or
compliance with a legal obligation; and/or
vital interests of the data subject; and/or
where it is necessary for our legitimate interests (or those of a third party) and your interests and fundamental rights do not override those interests.
We may also use your personal data in the following situations, which are likely to be less common:

where we need to protect your interests (or someone else’s interests);
where it is needed in the public interest or for official purposes.
In respect of all disclosures of personal data, we will only share the personal information which is necessary for the particular purpose for which it is provided, or where we have another legitimate interest in doing so, and we will ensure that the personal data is appropriately protected.

In respect of special categories of personal data, we may process this in the following circumstances:

in limited circumstances with your explicit written consent; and/or
where we need to carry out our legal obligations and in line with our policies; and/or
where it is needed in the public interest (such as for equal opportunities monitoring or in relation to our occupational pension scheme), and in line with our policies; and/or
where it is needed to assess your working capacity on health grounds, subject to appropriate confidentiality safeguards.
Less commonly, we may process this type of information where it is needed in relation to legal claims or where it is needed to protect your (or someone else’s) interests and you are not capable of giving your consent, or where you have already made the information public. We may also process such information about our people (or former people) in the course of our legitimate business activities with the appropriate safeguards.

The special categories of personal data may be used in the following ways:

in relation to leaves of absence, to comply with employment and other laws;
in relation to your physical or mental health, or disability status, to ensure your health and safety in the workplace and to assess your fitness to work, to monitor, manage and administer benefits and absences;
in relation to your race, national or ethnic origin, religious, philosophical or moral beliefs, or your sexual life or sexual orientation, to ensure meaningful equal opportunity monitoring and reporting.
DISCLOSURE:
Personal data may be transferred to service providers who support the operation of our business (such as payroll service providers), to other third parties reasonably necessary in the conduct of our business (including insurers, professional advisors, regulators). These third parties may be acting as processor, or controller of personal data in their own right.

RETENTION PERIOD:
We will keep personal data only for as long as is necessary to fulfil the purposes for which we collected it, including for the purposes of satisfying any legal, accounting or reporting requirements. We will normally keep personal data of applicants who we do not employ for six months after we receive it.

We will keep personal data of employees throughout your employment and normally for a minimum of six years after your employment ends.

Changes to your personal data
It is very important that the personal information that we hold about you is accurate and current. Please tell us if your personal information changes during your relationship with us.

Data Security
We have put in place measures to prevent your personal data from being accidentally lost, used or accessed in an unauthorised way, altered or disclosed. In addition, we limit access to your personal data to those of our people and other third parties who have a business need to know. They will only process your personal data on our instructions and where they have agreed to treat the information confidentially and to keep it secure. We have put in place procedures to deal with any suspected data security breach and will notify you and the ICO of a suspected breach where we are legally required to do so.

Where we store your personal data
We principally store data, both electronically and on file, at our office.

Personal data may be transferred outside of the EEA by processors acting on our behalf. For transfers to countries not considered adequate by the EC, we will ensure that personal data is adequately protected, as required by the GDPR. This would include by use of the Standard Contractual Clauses adopted by the EC to protect personal data.

Your rights
Under certain circumstances, you have the right by law to request:

access to your personal data. This enables you to ask to receive a copy of the personal data that we hold about you and to check that we are lawfully processing it.
correction of the personal data that we hold about you.
erasure of your personal data.
object to processing of your personal data where we are relying on our legitimate interest and there is something about your particular situation which makes you want to object to processing on this ground. You also have the right to object where we are processing your personal information for direct marketing purposes.
restriction of processing of your personal data.
transfer of your personal data to another party.
Links from our website
Our website may, from time to time, contain links to and from the websites of third parties that we permit to make such links. If you follow a link to any of these websites, please note that these websites have their own privacy policies and that we do not accept any responsibility or liability for these policies. We recommend that you check these policies before you submit any personal data to these websites.

CHANGES TO THIS PRIVACY POLICY
Any changes we may make to our privacy policy in the future will be posted on our website, so please ensure that you are viewing the correct version.

Please contact us if you have any questions, comments or requests regarding this Privacy Policy.

Last amended May 2021.

Red Rider

Descripción del artículo del vendedor

Detalles bibliográficos

Sinopsis

Acerca de

Fragmento. © Reproducción autorizada. Todos los derechos reservados.