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certain that my feet returned home without additional swelling and
blisters, she gave me enough cab fare for a ride back to the apartment as
well.   There was no better
friend.   I was blessed to have her
in my life and in my corner.
    If I get this job, she is so going to
be spoiled with a shopping extravaganza that will annihilate anything in her
zombie-apocalypse world.
    I
left the cab, and approached the building, clicking toward it with my new
shoes, which were beyond beyond.   I’d never splurged on shoes like these because, frankly, I couldn’t
afford them.   They were elegant,
chic, and surprisingly comfortable.   I was relieved that my feet were nearly back to normal.   But as I crossed the sidewalk, I
couldn’t forget what happened the last time I was here:   My moment with Ms. Blackwell.   My briefcase smashing onto the
sidewalk.   Resumes flying
everywhere.   And that God of a man
rushing out of the building to help me retrieve them.   All in all, coming here that day had
turned out to be one of the worst days I’ve had since I’d arrived in Manhattan.   And now here I was again, invited back
to interview for a position that could change my life for the foreseeable
future.   Surreal didn’t even begin
to describe how I felt.
    I
crossed the lobby to the reception desk, and tossed my hair neatly behind
me.   I had decided to wear it
down.   The way it was skillfully
cut, it just looked better that way, especially with my newly chestnut hair
contrasting against my pale blue suit.
    “I’m
Jennifer Kent,” I said to one of the men behind the desk.
    “Sorry?”
    There
were too many people in the lobby.   I needed to speak up.   “I’m
Jennifer Kent.   I have an interview
with Mr. Wenn today.”
    “Which
means you need to see Ms. Blackwell.”
    Terrific.   But I knew that was coming.
    “Let
me call and let her know that you’re here.”
    “Thank
you.”
    He
acted as if he didn’t even hear me.   Instead, he spoke into the phone.   “A Ms. Kent is here to see you.   Waiting room?   Oh.   OK.   I’ll have her come straight to you.”
    He
hung up the phone, and said, “Fifty-First floor.   Hang a left.   Down a long hallway.   You’ll find—”
    “I’ve
been there,” I said, dreading the moment when Ms. Blackwell would belittle me
again.   “I can find Ms.
Blackwell.”   I
can sniff her out like a dog on a bone.   “Thank you.”
    This
time, he actually smiled at me.   “My
pleasure, Ms. Kent.”

 
 
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    When
I arrived at Blackwell’s office, she looked up at me, took in my hair and suit,
and then she held up a hand.   She
was on the phone again, just like the last time.
    “Max,
here’s what you need to know, which is what you already know, but which you
can’t seem to get through that thick head of yours, so I’ll do you the favor of
repeating it again.   Charles isn’t
getting my money.   I’m getting his money.   Got that?   God!   He’s the one who screwed around on the
living room floor with that slut from Saks.   That was documented by our nanny cam and
I have the footage of it.   What more
evidence do you need to nail this down?   What’s more damaging than what I’ve already given to you?   Nothing!   I suggest you man up and get the job
done, or I’m firing you and going with another lawyer.   Don’t give me attitude, Max.   Don’t sigh.   Don’t grumble.   We both know what’s in this for
you.   We both know that you’ll make
a killing off this.   So, just shut
up, grow a pair, and get me out of this marriage by the end of the week.   You’ve got until Friday.   If you screw it up, I’m going
elsewhere.   Lots of lawyers would
like me to go elsewhere.   Oh, good
day to you, too, you son of a bitch.   Get it done!”
    She
hung up the phone and looked up at me not with the irritation I was expecting,
but with an exhausted look on her face.   “Don’t ever get married.”
    I
didn’t