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Madison
Posted On 11/18/2014 08:15:37 by JBMorrisAuthor

November 18, 2014

FROM THE PREVIOUS PAGE

“Don’t get me wrong, Madison. Peter and I are not having an affair and I don’t love him like my husband. But I love him for his integrity and silly humor. I love him for the dignity he gives his employees. He honors and appreciates their contribution to the firm. He’s not their best friend. He’s their best supporter. He gives them the tools to do the job, and then steps back and let them work. He’s there for them when they get married and when they have a baby. And most importantly, Peter is beside them when there is tragedy in their lives. He helped two secretaries escape family abuse and he helped one of our attorney’s whose daughter was critically injured. We work very hard not allowing stress to overwhelm us or have unattainable expectations of our employees. That’s my Peter.”

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“Madison,” Peter said gently, “you come from a high-stress, ruthless environment. I don’t know if you can adapt to working in our office.”

She was back. Her mind and heart had returned to the years she had worked on Wall Street. Peter said she couldn’t do it. She had been told it couldn’t be done for thirteen years. She proved them wrong each time. Peter said she couldn’t work in his office. No way, Peter, are you going to tell me I can’t do something. No way.

“With all due respect, Peter, why am I sitting here if you don’t think I can work in your office? Careful Madison. That was too harsh. Relax, relax. Remember, diplomacy.

Peter moved his chair closer and rested his elbows on the table. “Your resume told me you were more than qualified to fill the position. I wanted to meet you, Madison, to see if you would be a good fit to work in our office. You come from an intense work environment. I have concerns you may be unable to adjust to working in our office.”

“May I speak freely, Peter?”

“Of course, we need be honest with each other."

“You are not being fair to me, Peter. You are telling me I can’t do something without first giving me a chance to try.”

“That’s a point well taken, Madison. On the other hand, I can’t afford to make a mistake. I’ve worked very hard to establish my relationship with the staff. I don’t want to hire someone that could damage that relationship.”

“Will you at least give my resume serious consideration before you make your final decision?”

“Of course, Madison. Thank you for submitting your resume and taking the time to visit with me today. I will call you with my decision.”

The weather outside matched Madison’s mood when she stepped into the taxi. Dark clouds suggested rain but there was blue sky on the horizon. Would the afternoon be wet or warm with sunshine?

Pulling away from the curb, the taxi driver asked, “How are you today, ma’am?”

Hesitating with her response, Madison said “I don’t know.”

Peter said I do the job sitting on my hands. Then he doesn’t know if I’m the right person for the position.” That I can’t adjust to working in his office. . .and why do I feel an attraction to him?

Madison watched the traffic as the taxi dodged a parked delivery truck. She felt off-balance and it upset her. Careful, Madison. You’re losing your edge. Always stay one-step ahead of them. And don’t let anyone ever tell you no.

Leaning forward and touching the driver’s front seat, Madison said. “Excuse me, you asked how I am today?

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Determined.”

TO BE CONTINUED




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