responsible for D.R.’s
misfortune?”
Madison sighed. “Yes, a little of that, I guess.”
“D.R. was acting a fool last night, Madison, not you. This
is all about him. He needs lots of time to face himself and think about his
life. He has to do that. Neither you nor I can do that for him. He runs with
the wrong crowd, especially his choice of women. I just wish he could
appreciate maturity in a woman.”
She paused.
“Listen, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll be responsible for
trying to raise my grandson, and you’ll be responsible for resurrecting the
company that he wrecked.” She scoffed, “Neither one of us has an easy job.
We’ll probably become green-tea-drinking floozies before we get everything
straightened out.”
Madison laughed. “Count me in.”
“One other thing, how’s your daughter and will she need
someone when you visit our branch offices?”
“She’s fine. My sister-in-law helps me when needed.”
“Keep me posted on anything you need.”
After their call ended, Madison leaned back in her chair,
pondering the past few years and the future.
She finished her coffee, gathered her nerve and headed for
Fallington Enterprises, looking forward to her first full day as CEO. She felt
confident, but cautious. She knew there were lots of weaknesses with
Fallington, and changes would have to be made quickly for survival.
Rodney met her at the door with a subdued smile and some
completed work that she’d assigned him the day before. She went over a few
things with him, and he was happy to finally have some direction in his day. He
felt that he and Wilma had come to a personal understanding about their future,
although it was painful for both of them. He’d learned of D.R.’s accident from
his grandmother, but the realization hadn’t hit him yet. He was still focused
on his $50,000 reduction in salary, and his marital issues.
The twenty-something threesome came rushing through the door
on time for their meeting with Madison in the conference room. They were
sleepy, slapped together, and shell-shocked that human beings were actually
functioning at 8:30 in the morning. The trio looked dazed as they plopped down
at the table.
Madison began promptly. “I want to help you become
productive, successful business women, if you’re willing to learn.”
The three twitted with questions throughout the meeting, but
Madison was patient. She felt they had potential but D.R. had programmed them
to serve only his purposes.
“Is this going to be hard stuff to learn?”
Madison responded, “At first it might seem that way.”
“Do we have to come to work every day at 8:30?”
“Yes, and since you’re on a salary, you’ll work until daily
tasks are completed, and sometimes that might mean working a couple extra
hours, either early or late; your choice.”
“Why do we have to change the way we dress? That means we
have to buy new clothes.”
Madison was glad to answer this question. “I anticipate
increased clients coming to our offices; therefore we’re going to dress
business-like. We’re not running an escort service or a drive-thru sex store.
Dresses and skirts no more than a couple of inches above the knees, like mine.
Clean cut business slacks, and blouses that don’t show everything you’ve got up
top. In the past, I could tell each of you what color panties you had on. Every
time you’d sit or bend over you exposed them to the world.”
“Well, D.R. wanted us to—”
“D.R. doesn’t work here anymore. I’m your boss now.” Madison
figured they’d not heard about the accident last night. They hadn’t mentioned
it.
There was a pause.
“Are you jealous of us?” Mindy studied her bright nails.
Madison took a deep breath. “Mindy, the truth is I hardly
know any of you. I don’t know enough about any of you to be jealous. And you
know something else? I know even less about D.R. This has been a very
dysfunctional office, with almost no interacting at any