Chapter Six  

Susan Faucher’s Being Charged with The Attempted
Murder of Me

While working on all fronts to make OfficeLand Inc. a world recognized name of computers and office supplies, I regularly met with Dr. Yao Tsung Yen of Digital Computer. Living in the Shrewsbury MA neighborhood, Yen became my finest teacher of technology as he moved me from the traditional analog technology to the new world of digital. I am very grateful to the hours he spent with me in the basement of his home and the introductions he made to those Mitac International people in Taiwan who helped create the first OfficeLand 286 computer. It was this computer that started Offcom Inc. in which we, founded together our company and was able to sell several hundred units across the United States through the Wall Street Journal and, of course, through all the OfficeLand stores.

I first knew Susan as a student when, at 22 years old, became the High School Band Director at Manchester, NH, Central High School and then ran the Model Cities Music program from that location. About March of 1972, just after I announced my resignation from Central and tool a position as Director Of Music in Nortborough, MA ,Susan Gentes, in her senior year, asked if she could remain after school  to clean  pianos and discuss issues she was having. I agreed but had very little time to discuss her problems as I had many other responsibilities including weekly travel to Boston for graduate courses I was taking at The Boston Conservatory. During a few of our after school sessions, Susan told me of horrific sexual activity she was involved with. This included sex with her father, sex with a thirty year old man named George who lived in Boston, an abortion she had which she described as “a doctor using a vacuum cleaner”,  and her regular visits to the fire station where her father was a Captain, to  “…watch stag films with the other fire fighters”. Hearing for the first time ever in my life that was so horrible, I was shocked as to how someone so young could be participating in such vile activity. She asked for my help to especially remove herself from being near her father. To her it meant moving to Boston after she graduated. Explaining my limitations which included my current job, my continued employment during the summer as the Director of the Model Cities Program, I told her that her move to Boston would have to be “on her own”. However, I did agree to pass on the information of apartment rentals for students. This was easy for me to do when I was in Boston for weekly courses. She did, in fact, call and made arrangements to take a small apartment in Boston which she funded on her own. She also, very quickly, took an office job at Wellington Industries in downtown. After high school graduation, I then helped her move her small items from her home to her furnished apartment. At that time. I had separated with my first wife, Maureen, as she also filed for a divorce. I took a small apartment in Manchester in order to continue my full-time employment with the Model Cities Summer Music Program.  However, also maintaining summer courses at The Conservatory, allowed me to check in with Susan to see how she was doing. Not long after my initial visits, our relationship became more intense.  In starting my new job in September, at Algonquin Regional High School, I left Manchester and took a new apartment in Framingham, MA about thirty miles from Boston. Eventually, Susan left Wellington Industries and took a job at the Caldor department store in Framingham and we began living together.  It was not until the summer of 1974 that we were married and in 1976, Susan gave birth tour son, Len Jr. It is not easy to tell these events about someone’s personal life that was so harmed by others. However, as you will read more in this chapter, it is my strong belief, that without learning about Susan’s sordid and unstable home environment it would be almost impossible to identify the turbulent life she had with me over a fifteen year marriage period.

Having been the Director of Music for the Northborough – Southborough Public Schools, it was bad enough for my reputation after seven years of hard work to leave Northborough and become the Band Director at Needham High School. On the other hand, I am sure it was not good for the high school students and everyone in the community to hear that my wife had an affair with the middle school band director of whom I was his supervisor. Suddenly just before Christmas vacation of 1976, Susan ran off for two weeks to New York with a member of my staff, leaving me alone with our baby.  Only a few year earlier, my wonderful Superintendent of Schools, Herb Geele, came to me with a Southborough school committee member who helped obtain a good job for Susan at Data General. Unfortunately, their news was bad as Susan had been fired for defecating in the corner of the company bathroom and refused any mental health treatment.  By residing in a quaint and very small community next to the district where I taught, only ugly gossip helped perpetuate my continued embarrassment.

Shrewsbury, MA had been also my center of business gravity as I was fortunate to live in a very nice but modest home, allowed my son to go to very good schools, and kept my cost of living very low. It was always in my mind to raise – with the $100,000 that my Newton lawyers told me they needed to fight the legal battle with Jon Gilbert and recover my daughters. But for my wife, Susan, life was not very good despite all my efforts.  She dropped out of Quinsigomond Community College where she began courses to become a Radiologist Assistant. Instead she worked in office jobs at nearby Firematic and, later, at the American Red Cross in Needham. It wasn’t long until she stated coming home very late, about 1:00 a.m., and admitted “smoking a joint” with a male friend in the parking lot of a local Burger King. For me, this represented another episode of when I discovered her having an affair with the Northborough, middle school band director. To add more confusion to our lives, she arranged that her sister, Janet Gentes, who lived in Manchester, NH meet a future boyfriend at Firematic. Janet, for a brief time lived with us until she had her own apartment in Shrewsbury. Janet soon married Fritz, the Firematic employee, had a baby, and became the refuge for Susan to sometimes leave me and stay with both of them on weekends. Years later Fritz became gay and left Janet. There was no doubt that all this sleazy activity for me, a faithful but not perfect person who loved my wife and very much wanted a stable family, created a chaotic business atmosphere for me to carefully watch what Staples Inc. and my family was plotting around me. Adding to my responsibilities were my regular child care payments and my every other weekend time that I shared at my home with my two girls, Lisa and Kim.  But this was also a challenge as Susan was attempting to create a schism between my daughters and my son, telling Len Jr. that I “loved Lisa and Kim more than him”.

I could not keep my stressful personal life in check any longer and decided it would be best that I sell the Shrewsbury home and move to be near Susan’s parents in Manchester, NH. Of course, there were still concerns about her living near her father. In my mind, I thought the change and be near her mother would be very good for us as a family but I was wrong.  Despite the fact we purchased a beautiful home in Londonderry, NH, re-established a new and much larger OfficeLand store, and became sponsors of the local baseball team, and members of the local Catholic Church, Susan was very unhappy. She assumed “management” of our new OfficeLand store but, strangely, all my franchise leads evaporated. This forced me to work with my Hale and Dorr lawyer (Jeff Stein) in order to have OfficeLand Inc. acquired. I realize now that all leads coming into our own OfficeLand store were being intentionally discarded by Susan. I also now understand that the wonderful communicator that Susan had become with my entire family was also my downfall. Susan was secretly being used against me in order to protect and maintain the theft of my daughters engineered by Jon Gilbert who bribed all my siblings.  To add fuel to my family’s fire Susan was secretly being told by them that my national trips and business woman I had been working with in order to expand OfficeLand, were also people I was having affairs. More and more, our relationship was fragmenting and Susan became very distant. One day after a huge explosive event, Susan tried to swallow a mouthful of aspirin which I forced out of her mouth. Looking for help,  I called her mother nearby. All her mother said to me was “… you are the problem” and hung up. When we first moved to the exclusive “Kings” section of Londonderry, two teenage girls arrived at our front door to present us a beautifully decorated cake and welcoming us as new arrivals in the neighborhood.  While I thanked the young ladies, I asked Susan to come out from the kitchen to greet them but she absolutely refused.  Thinking I would attain the support of my family to help me in my pursuit of a School Board position that I ran for, only Lenny helped me pass out brochures and put up signs. Susan refused to host any “tea meetings” with neighborhood woman or anyone in the town. She also refused to allow me to have a July 4^th barbecue with everyone we knew including her family.  No matter what I tried to accomplish in reaching out to involve and meet other people, Susan rejected.

It was on our anniversary that I arranged a Dining and Dancing party for us on the SS Mount Washington which regularly toured the sprawling Lake Winnespauskee.  Leaving one early evening from the Weirs, we ate our meal on-board and began dancing. It was not long until a younger man asked me if he could dance with Susan.  However, both of them simply disappeared from the dance floor and for many hours, after searching the boat, I never found her or the man she was dancing with. It was not until after everyone left the gang plank did she come down by herself. Despite all my efforts to rekindle our disintegrating marriage, the only person in our relationship that was having affairs was Susan. What type of mother would be driving around town with a CB handle “Foxy Lady”? Obviously, I was in terrible denial which compromised my position in business and with a corrupt family bent on sabotaging my efforts with OfficeLand Inc.

After so much of infidelity with Susan, I also became angry and often thought of revenge and cheating on her myself but I did not. Having been for many years a teacher, I had been very comfortable working with woman teachers and respected their ability and talent. However, to my family and others I believe they were jealous of my engaging personality and success. It was my brothers and their wives who hyped Susan’s low esteem and convinced her that my trip s were excuses for affairs.  Many years after my divorce to Lenny’s mother, he asked if I was having an affair with Susan Sunka, one of two employees I had temporarily hired for OfficeLand International Inc. They were being hired to work with me after the acquisition of OfficeLand Inc. and the for new sales activity at our New OfficeLand International headquarters in Maitland, Florida.  In preparation for moving both my company and my family to the Orlando area I had to spend several weeks in Florida and related all my business activity to Susan. Obviously, Lenny’s question to me was a reminder that all my hard work including many employee interviews was in vain as Susan was being told that I was having an affair with my new employee, something I would not do. Of course, we all now know that the entire OfficeLand acquisition by Members Service Corporation (MSC) was a complete sham as it was orchestrated by Staples Inc., my attorneys, and my corrupt family.

Sometime in late 1990 or early 1991, Lynn Crocker who, with her husband Donald, were the owner s of the OfficeLand of Sanford, ME store, suddenly moved to Manchester with two of her children. She called me to meet and discuss what happened with her store. We met in her apartment. In fact, we met several times and enjoyed her company because, at the time, I had only questionable friends and lukewarm relatives who ignored any discussion regarding OfficeLand.  Lynn informed me that she left Donald and was forced out of the OfficeLand store. She also told me that the store was sold but she was denied any money from the proceeds. It was my position as CEO of OfficeLand Inc. to approve any sale of an OfficeLand franchise and I heard nothing of it.  But my life had become even more confusing when, during one of my visits to Lynn’s apartment, Susan had already arrived and was sitting in the living room talking with Lynn. Susan may have learned of my visit to Lynn from Lenny who I shared some information.  When Susan’s conversation became strange and divisive, I told both Lynn and Susan I was departing.  As I stood up to leave and began walking to the door I, just by chance, looked over my shoulder and saw a knife coming from above directly towards my back with Susan clutching the knife.  I grabbed her hand and prevented her from continuously thrusting the knife into me as she tried many times. I yelled for Lynn to call the police and she quickly responded.  For nearly 10 – 15 minutes I struggled with Susan and finally held her down on top of the couch until the police arrived. They immediately arrested her and placed her in handcuffs and took her away.  All along she was yelling “ I want to kill him” .  I strongly believed that Susan was mentally unsound but I had no idea she wanted to kill me.  In fact she carefully planned it. She brought the knife in under her sleeve unnoticed by Lynn.  It also turned out that when Lynn tried to make a telephone call from her apartment to the police, the phone line was dead. Lynn told me that when Susan arrived, Lynn needed to go upstairs to check on her daughter, Sarah.  It was then that Susan had pulled the telephone plug slightly out of the wall socket giving the appearance of the phone still being connected but it was not.  Lynn had to leave her apartment and had a neighbor call the police. Susan’s efforts to kill me was premediated.  It was why the Assistant Attorney General in Concord called me to say they were charging Susan with “Attempted Murder”. However,  I had bigger problems because now at the age 15 years old, the Court ordered a Guadiam ad Lidem for Lenny. I was terrified that, somehow, the Court would take Lenny away from me.  Meeting with my mother (who I did not now at the time was part of the conspiracy) my mother also thought that Lenny would be taken away.  Lenny was also putting a great deal of pressure for me not to press charges against his mother for attempted murder as we were all told that would probably be handed a multiple year jail sentence.  Instead,  weary of all of what was happening, I  just wanted everything to return to ”normal” whatever that was for me.  I stupidly refused to cooperate with the Assistant Attorney General and allow my testimony to be used for Susan’s attempted murder charge.  Instead, I agreed with her father, who stood by to help Susan, and approved a lesser charge of Domestic Violence in which she was to serve a three month jail term at Hampstead, NH State Hospital.  Meeting with Marc Jewell, the Guardian ad Lidem at his office in Derry, he agreed that I was to have custody of Lenny and live with me until he was of age at sixteen years old (only months later). Of course, when he turned 16 he quickly returned to his mother. We then had two separate homes in Londonderry which I was required to pay for both.  While at Hampstead, on several occasions, I had to take Lenny to the jail to see his mother.  Months later I also took Susan several times to the Nashua Psychiatric Center where she was prescribed medicines for being bi-polar.  Not long after she was released and occupied her own apartment until she then demanded to return to our Londonderry home and where Lenny insisted he stay with her.  When she arrived to our home, as the lawyers told me she had the right to do so, I departed  for my own place and we were separated. However, I still continued my communication with Lenny who I realize was passing on everything about me to Susan. And, of course, it was also my devious family that was both keeping track of my future activity and inciting Susan and Lenny with lies about me.

Despite all the incredible trauma Susan began, again, working diligently with my family to assist my business demise.  In late 1991, during the fake acquisition of OfficeLand Inc.  Susan told me that she met for lunch with Art Feher, MSC’s  CEO and Chair.  I was not happy as she had nothing to do with the acquisition. Feher, was a brutish and thug type person and completely opposite of Fred Luke who was MSC’s CEO when first introduced to MSC.  During my trip to meet Feher, he and his brother picked me up in an old Cadillac Eldorado which broke down on the highway. Trying to impress me, he stated that he and his brother once worked with the CIA and were instrumental of putting General Noriega in a Tampa jail after the U.S. Panama invasion. However, to genuinely demonstrate his “business acumen”, they both took me to “lunch” at an nearby Executive Club” where naked young girls danced for their guests.   Realizing these individuals had no class and refusing to “go upstairs” I insisted that we leave and begin the business part of my visit. This was to visit the new OfficeLand International Inc. headquarters facility and meet up with my future new employees, Sam Hargrove, and Susan Sunka. While I was hopeful for a new beginning with OfficeLand International, I departed Florida very disillusioned and confused as to what would be my next step.  But the acquisition was rolling on, the franchises were all in agreement, and my lawyers were prepared.  Equally confusing was Susan’s warm welcome of Art Feher and, of course, the sham acquisition to come.

Finally it happened!  Jeff Stein instructed me to bring all my OfficeLand records to M&A Attorney David Sharpe on West Street in Boston. I had made copies of everything but had left them in my home months earlier.  Later, when I needed them, Susan said they were all ruined and discarded by a flood in our basement. Completely by surprise, Susan also filed for divorce and bankruptcy at the same time even though we owed only less than $10,000 in an American Express bill. Her bankruptcy documents were strangely prepared by lawyers in Philadelphia but submitted by a local legal office. The list of “debtors” included all OfficeLand franchise owners and many vendors that we did not owe any money. But only a few months earlier I received an OfficeLand Inc. accounting “Review”  by CPA John Bachinit of Salem, NH showing that that OfficeLand was also due over $400,000 in notes receivable from several of our franchisees. Instead of us owing franchises money, they owed us. I knew my company was very valuable with over 23 franchises also paying on-going royalties. There had been no doubt that Susan was participating in the sham and, had been doing so for quite a long time. At the moment of filing for divorce and filing for bankruptcy, everyone began attacking me in every way possible manner.  The most damaging was Attorney David Sharpe’s memo to all franchisees to STOP paying royalties as there were legal court cases forthcoming.  All of this bitter activity forced me into terrible financial condition requiring me to take a job as Manager at the new South Portland, ME office of Towhill Office Supply. Operated by a playboy owner who inherited the company from his father, Towhill was very soon after, coincidently acquired by Staples Inc. which put me out of a job again. Now I also realize, that my appointment in Maine was to keep me removed from any important Boston area activity which part of the scam. However, it did allow Lynn Crocker and me to live together for about six months in York, Main before that arrangement was also attacked.

Fortunately, with Attorney Jennifer Rood I fought and won my battle not to enter into bankruptcy. Records discovered years later showed that the joint bankruptcy which was forged by Susan and was deconsolidated into two separate cases. But quite to my surprise, Susan’s very adept lawyers withdrew her bankruptcy altogether. In other words THEY planned the bankruptcy only for me. If permitted by the Court, I would not have been allowed to work in the franchising industry for ten years.

I believe that the sham acquisition to purchase the OfficeLand stores by Staples Inc. actually took place months earlier than I was being led to believe by MSC.  There is much evidence to that fact which will be detailed later in this book.  In other words, my trips, etc. were a diversion by those actually sabotaging my company.  While estranged from Susan in Londonderry, I discovered that Susan was, again, arrested by the Londonderry police for mailing a dead bird to the wife of the man she is now married to, Donald or Donny Ramos.  She told me she convinced our amiable Chief of Police that she would never do anything again like what she did again, and he agreed to drop the case.

Today, in my judgement, the inmates of the Staples Asylum including my family almost got away with murder. Susan is a mentally ill person who probably has passed some of her defective genes to my son who refuses any contact with me and had also caused damage to my present wife and me over several years.  In future chapters you will learn the relationship that this all has with the absence of any contact I have had with my two beautiful daughters since 1982. And if you check the Manchester newspaper where the Susan Faucher attempted murder story was well covered, it is now all deleted and from everywhere.  Her attempted murder case was all scrubbed by someone very powerful which could be my ex- FBI brother- in- law, Joseph McElhenny. Susan, instead of being turned away from my family, was embraced by all of them. After her conviction and jail term, Susan was invited and attended all my family get together event. Even my mother welcomed her and sat with her at the wedding shower for Lenny’s first marriage to Candace Creation. My family members laughed me off when I tried to remind them that Susan almost murdered me. However, I believe that Susan and her newest lover/husband, along with my family, significantly profited by causing the sabotage of OfficeLand Inc. Of course, they also systematically conspired to help their friend and FBI Agent McElhenny’s sister (my ex-wife) and her new third and very wealthy husband, Jon Gilbert, by illegally stealing my two beautiful daughters in a fake adoption.

I am a very fortunate to now realize the damage that Susan has caused over many years. Hopefully, she continues taking her meds and stay away from me and all good people everywhere.