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Madison
Posted On 11/20/2014 09:59:55 by JBMorrisAuthor

November 20, 2014

FROM THE PREVIOUS PAGE

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.”

****

Sitting in the executive lounge of Kenner Acquisitions and Mergers Group, Lawrence said, “So, what are you going to do, Madison?”

Looking out the window at rain-soaked Wall Street, forty-seven stories below, Madison said, “I don’t know. It’s been three days since the interview. I don’t understand why Peter hasn’t called me. Turning away from the window, she continued, “It isn’t rocket science, Lawrence. Either he wants me or he doesn’t.”

“Madison, come over and sit with me. Your coffee is getting cold.” Adjusting his cardinal-red bow tie, Lawrence patted the cushion of the mocha-colored leather couch.

Taking a small sip of coffee, Madison said, “You are so good to me, Lawrence. What would I do without you?” Years ago, Lawrence had slipped into her heart as her surrogate father. She had never forgiven or seen her real father since his arrest for the murder of his business partner.

As he did with everyone, Lawrence yelled at her when surrounded by other employees. But, in the privacy of his office, she was the only one whom he gave a hug around the shoulder and a big warm smile.

“Lawrence, I know you were very angry at me when I first told you about the job opening. Can you wait it out until Peter makes a decision?”

Setting his cup down on the coffee table, Lawrence chuckled. “Madison. I love getting mad. Even at you sometimes. It keeps me young. And yes, I’ll wait until Peter makes a decision.” With an affectionate gleam in his eyes, he said, “In the meantime, why don’t you make yourself useful. Go make me some money.”

****

Sitting on the sofa in Peter’s office at the end of a bad day with the loss of a case in court, Mary said. “You need to think about Madison.”

“Working on that case we lost didn’t leave much time to think about her.”

“Peter, don’t worry about it. The judge’s ruling was wrong. We’ll appeal.”

Loosening his tie, and unbuttoning the top button of a wrinkled dress shirt, Peter said pointedly. “You better believe we’ll appeal.”

“Now that we have cleared that off the agenda, that only leaves Madison.” Peter looked at his late wife’s portrait as if seeking inspiration. “One minute my gut tells me she’ll do great things for this office. The next minute, she’d be a terrible mistake.”

Mary laughed at Peter’s conflicting gut instinct messages. It hadn’t been the first time she’d heard of Peter’s mixed signals. “I like the, ‘she’ll do great things,’ better.”

“All right, Mary Jamison. I’ll offer her the job, but if you’re wrong I—”

“Peter, you know I’m never wrong,” Mary teased.

****

“Hello, Madison.”

Stepping into the intersection of Hanover and Wall Streets, Madison answered. “Peter.” She struggled to control her emotions. The next seconds would brand the day as either very good or very bad. “I’ve been expecting your call.” Stop talking Madison. Don’t sound anxious. Let Peter talk.

“When can you start, Madison?”

“Monday.”

“Good. Remember, my offer is contingent upon a review at the end of six months. You and I will sit down and decide if Madison Belmont and Peter Marshall and Associates are a good fit for both of us.”

“Peter, I remember. See you Monday.”

Madison felt the sudden urge to skip down the street in joy. She laughed at the thought of a thirty-five-year old- attorney, wearing a four-thousand-dollar Alexander McQueen business suit, skipping down Wall Street. She ignored the man who looked at her as if she was wierd when she laughed. Madison hurried her step down the street. She needed to do a million things before Monday. There is no way, Madison Belmont, that you are going to fail.

TO BE CONTINUED




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11/20/2014 11:22:30

Ah, young lady. Does she keep the job?

JB Morris





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