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Authors: Celia T. Franklin
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it’s more efficient to work with a pool. This way it makes better use of everyone’s time. Once you’re promoted to senior account manager, we’ll provide you with a corner office and a private administrative assistant.”
Carmala gave him a winning smile. “Hey, don’t get me wrong, Tom. This is more than sufficient. I just needed to know the lay of the land.”
“Good. I’ve put the case files for your first client, Jointer Staff, on your desk. They’re a temp agency looking to expand nationally.”
“I’ll get right on it, boss.”
Tom watched Carmala as she sat down at her new desk. She held the files as if they were an ice-cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
That’s a newbie for you. Gotta love it.
“Stop by my office if you have any questions.” He backed out of the office and proudly gazed at his protégé.
“No problem.” She already dug deep into the paperwork, her brow furrowed in concentration.
He hoped she’d be able to figure out the client’s needs on her own. It was a test of sorts to see how far she’d run with the ball.
****
At the end of the day, Margo checked her bank account online. Her commission check had deposited. In awe, she stared at the amount. It was a whopping seventy-five thousand. Unbelievable. October had to be a record for her biggest closing month ever.
Her boss, Dan Paxton, walked into her office with a smile that didn’t stop. “Margo, you really did it this time. You’ve made us the most profitable branch in the nation.”
“I’m elated. Yet I have concerns as to whether or not the rest of the outstanding loan applications will be processed through by the end of next month. You need to get that whip cracking on our processing center. I have twenty-four million dollars in mortgage loans in the pipeline. They all need to close in thirty days. How is this going to happen when my processor is overburdened now?”
Dan took a seat at her desk. “Relax and don’t worry. We’ll get you all the support you need. Have I ever let you down in the all the years you’ve been here?”
Margo had worked for the bank since her sophomore year in high school, now going on ten years. Manhattan hadn’t known the likes of D.C. Mutual, but with Margo’s production alone she’d put the bank on the map. And she didn’t have to be boastful. It was a well-known fact.
She clicked on her computer and pulled up her loan production pipeline, feeling doubtful that the production staff would get the loans through. “There have been issues, beyond your control, of course.”
She would have to do some major ass kissing at the processing center to get her loan applications pushed through on time. “My files are complete and should be easy for the processors to close. However, Bertha is not up to par, Dan. Face it. We can’t afford any more real estate agent complaints. We’re on a major production wave, and I need better support. I’m tired of hearing her excuses that because she’s from Germany, she has a different work ethic.”
He rubbed his whiskered chin. “It’s true. She has a slightly laid-back approach, but she’s a no-nonsense kind of person. Frankly, she’s the only one up there that can take your, er, caustic behavior. At times, you’re a bit difficult to deal with. Bertha has been working loads of unpaid overtime to get the work done. I happen to know it because the processing supervisor told me. And it’s strict company policy to report all hours worked.”
Margo hunched her shoulders. Bank politics wore on her, and she resented having to waste time on them. “Except for loan officers who can seem to work round the clock and all weekends, but no one cares.”
“I don’t think you have anything to complain about with that big commission check you cashed.” He fidgeted with his tie. “What do you plan to do with the extra money?”
She could tell he was nervous. As though he braced himself for the idle threat of retirement she’d made so many
Carmala gave him a winning smile. “Hey, don’t get me wrong, Tom. This is more than sufficient. I just needed to know the lay of the land.”
“Good. I’ve put the case files for your first client, Jointer Staff, on your desk. They’re a temp agency looking to expand nationally.”
“I’ll get right on it, boss.”
Tom watched Carmala as she sat down at her new desk. She held the files as if they were an ice-cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
That’s a newbie for you. Gotta love it.
“Stop by my office if you have any questions.” He backed out of the office and proudly gazed at his protégé.
“No problem.” She already dug deep into the paperwork, her brow furrowed in concentration.
He hoped she’d be able to figure out the client’s needs on her own. It was a test of sorts to see how far she’d run with the ball.
****
At the end of the day, Margo checked her bank account online. Her commission check had deposited. In awe, she stared at the amount. It was a whopping seventy-five thousand. Unbelievable. October had to be a record for her biggest closing month ever.
Her boss, Dan Paxton, walked into her office with a smile that didn’t stop. “Margo, you really did it this time. You’ve made us the most profitable branch in the nation.”
“I’m elated. Yet I have concerns as to whether or not the rest of the outstanding loan applications will be processed through by the end of next month. You need to get that whip cracking on our processing center. I have twenty-four million dollars in mortgage loans in the pipeline. They all need to close in thirty days. How is this going to happen when my processor is overburdened now?”
Dan took a seat at her desk. “Relax and don’t worry. We’ll get you all the support you need. Have I ever let you down in the all the years you’ve been here?”
Margo had worked for the bank since her sophomore year in high school, now going on ten years. Manhattan hadn’t known the likes of D.C. Mutual, but with Margo’s production alone she’d put the bank on the map. And she didn’t have to be boastful. It was a well-known fact.
She clicked on her computer and pulled up her loan production pipeline, feeling doubtful that the production staff would get the loans through. “There have been issues, beyond your control, of course.”
She would have to do some major ass kissing at the processing center to get her loan applications pushed through on time. “My files are complete and should be easy for the processors to close. However, Bertha is not up to par, Dan. Face it. We can’t afford any more real estate agent complaints. We’re on a major production wave, and I need better support. I’m tired of hearing her excuses that because she’s from Germany, she has a different work ethic.”
He rubbed his whiskered chin. “It’s true. She has a slightly laid-back approach, but she’s a no-nonsense kind of person. Frankly, she’s the only one up there that can take your, er, caustic behavior. At times, you’re a bit difficult to deal with. Bertha has been working loads of unpaid overtime to get the work done. I happen to know it because the processing supervisor told me. And it’s strict company policy to report all hours worked.”
Margo hunched her shoulders. Bank politics wore on her, and she resented having to waste time on them. “Except for loan officers who can seem to work round the clock and all weekends, but no one cares.”
“I don’t think you have anything to complain about with that big commission check you cashed.” He fidgeted with his tie. “What do you plan to do with the extra money?”
She could tell he was nervous. As though he braced himself for the idle threat of retirement she’d made so many
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